Carmellita surprised me one morning a year later by coming into my room holding my Bible. She sat on my bed and set the Bible on her lap. She was silent for a while then said to me gently and slowly, "Melody, I want ot know Jesus."

I wanted to jump up and hug her and scream and cry for joy but somehow I refrained myself. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"I'm really proud of you Carmellita. I'm headed to the church now if you want to come."

"Ok!"

Today seemed to be a good day. But, neither of us was prepared for what happened the very next day.