It was February 2013 and I sat alone at home in Atlanta, Georgia. While I’d go on the occasional date here and there, what I really wanted was someone who’d fall madly and deeply in love with me. But that never seemed like it was going to happen.
A couple of days later, a friend called and wanted to connect me with someone who was doing a human interest piece about sons of ministers, and thought I’d be perfect. I let my friend give my number to the project manager, and a couple of minutes later, my phone rang.
“Hi, this is Johnny. May I speak with David?” READ MORE