I write again now because of the promptings of the Holy Spirit. I am overwhelmed by the thingsthat have happened to me in the last seven months--well, it will be seven months tomorrow. But actually I need to start at the beginning before Frees even began. Frees had been, at this time, a budding thought form in my mind, but it had not been formed yet. Back on Dec. 26 of 2010, I got a call from my best friend Ray that had the potential to change my life. We had been talking about moving in together, and he had decided shortly before this fateful day that he wanted me to move down to Tennessee and live with him. So he called me on this day after Christmas, and tells me that a co-worker of his goes to the university that is very close to where he lives, called Cumberland University. Ecton, the co-worker, is good friends with the choir director there, and Ray had told him that I was a good singer. The man said he would talk to the director and see about me getting a scholarship. At...