The year was 1967 and I was engaged to be married. My dad probably meant well when he told my bride to be, “I’m warning you, Danny is a dreamer.” Perhaps my dad forgot that he was a dreamer too. He quit school after the 8th grade to work on the family farm, but he had a dream of one day becoming a preacher. As a young man, he did become a minister who dreamed of becoming the first person in his family to graduate from college. He also accomplished that dream.