On the way back from Howard University, in the days of segregation, we couldn’t live in hotels and motels, so we stopped at Kings Mountain, North Carolina, where there was a church conference going on. My parents were members of the church, and I wasn’t interested in the church, but I’d been on the track team and swimming team and I thought I was an athlete. So while they went to the meetings, I went out running. And I literally ran to the top of this mountain, and pushed myself to total exhaustion. I could hardly breathe, and when I looked up, I took off my shirt and put it on a rock, because I was wringing wet, and I looked out at the horizon and it just hit me that everything out here has a purpose. Everything is there for a reason. God could not have created all of this and there not be a reason for me. And I came down that mountain with just a sense of peace that there must be some purpose for my life, and I don’t know what it is, but I’m going to find it, and I’m going to follow it, one day at a time. And that’s what I’ve been doing for the last 60 years.