Like some of you, I waited and procrastinated about becoming a Christian. Every invitation brought great trepidation. Finally, we were living in Fort Smith Arkansas one summer, while my Dad trained for a new job. The day before we moved back to Alabama, I decided to be baptized. I had a cast on my arm. We did it on a Wednesday afternoon and I had a garbage bag on my arm, so my cast would not get wet. I was sixteen and began preaching the next year. Happy that I made the decision and relieved that nothing happened to me while I dawdled.