Many years ago when I lived in Avondale, Arizona, I would go to church on a rare occasion. There was a gentleman there that would teach Sunday school classes. He was well into his seventies as I recall and was the first piano tuner I ever met. He was a dear, gentle soul and suffered from severe arthritis. His main lesson was to get a look of wonder on his face and say that all we would have to do is have the trust and faith of little children. Some things are worth remembering.