It started like so many evenings. Mom and Dad at home and Jimmy playing after dinner. When Mom glanced at the clock she said “Jimmy, it’s time to go to bed. Go up now and I’ll come and tuck you in later.” An hour or so later his mother came up to check, and to her astonishment found that her son was staring quietly out of his window at the moonlit scenery. “What are you doing, Jimmy?” “I’m looking at the moon, Mommy.” “Well, it’s time to go to bed now.” As one reluctant boy settled down, he said, “Mommy, you know one day I’m going to walk on the moon.” Who could have known that the boy in whom the dream was planted that night would survive a near fatal motorbike crash which broke almost every bone in his body, and would bring to fruition this dream 32 years later when James Irwin stepped on the moon’s surface. (Bill Hybels, IVP Magazine, 1987, p. 35).