James walked into the Sunday School class I was teaching about 18 years ago with a great big smile. His mother followed and asked me to be a little patient with him and told me he "might" get up and walk around during the class time, but please, just let him. These 18 years later I got used to him walking around the block from his house to mine and greeting me in the yard with the same smile and "Hi, Sister Beck, you live on the same block as me, don't you. You know your telephone number is 408-XXX-XXXX!" James was always right. His memory was as clean and clear as his conscience!

Posted for Bonita Beck