"My neighbor George" came into my life about three years ago. I had received a call from Patti Ritter, then of the Carroll County Times, asking if I would like to write for the Religion page of the paper. My early-morning walk is important to me, as this is my personal time to talk to myself, my deceased relatives and even to God. On this particular morning I heard a voice — not with my ears, but in my soul. The voice said, "If you are going to accept the invitation to write, it should be meaningful, relevant and on the cutting edge. You know a lot of things," the voice went on, "but you don't know everything, so encourage your readers to think, reason, and dialogue even if they agree or disagree with you."