This past summer I was talking with one of my older friends from my hometown.  In our conversation I discovered that she knew my 9th grade English teacher, Dan Johnson.  My friend, Emadene, had taught school with Mr. Johnson’s wife and had nothing but good to say about the man.  Likewise, when I think back to the year that I was in his class I have plenty of encouraging memories of my teacher.  That year was truly an illustration of God moving in ways we don’t understand?  Mr. Johnson was indeed a providential piece of the total equation for the man I am today.