Davey and his grandpa were sitting on the porch after another tour of duty. They drank black coffee as they had been doing for some time now. As Davey unwound, reciting the events of the previous shift, his grandpa cleared his throat and changed the direction of the conversation."Davey, this journey of yours in pursuit of your dream is full of wild tales and adventures. You've been coming over here regularly now for years, opening yourself up in honesty about your fears and worries and pains and whatnot. As I watched the change happening in you, it inspired me to look inside myself as well. Come in and let me show you something I've been waiting to unveil to you at the right time. I think you've come far enough on your journey that you are ready for it now."Davey was a little more than curious as he followed his grandpa into his old house in the country. This should be interesting, he thought, for he knew his grandpa was quite a character, always surprising him with his wisdom and youthful vigor.They went down the hallway and stood before a closed door to a bedroom. Davey knew this door to always be closed, as it was plainly understood he was not to go in there. This was his grandma's old sewing room, where she had spent many an hour humming a tune while she crafted her artwork. Davey, just figured the room was left intact out of memory and respect, and he was okay with that. But what was to unfurl before his eyes would soon change everything he thought was to be true.He followed his grandpa's waving hand to go into the room ahead of him and as Davey entered, he noticed the room was nothing like he remembered it after his grandma's passing. One wall, indeed, was ornated with her beautiful creations in cross-stitch embroidery, but the rest of the walls, including a drawing table, were decorated full of newspaper articles, magazine clippings, and stories. Davey drew nearer to try to focus on one of them and get a better idea of what all of this was about. He began to recognize some of the pictures of fires, car wrecks, and rescues he had been a part of. Beside each emergency scene depicted were biographies of sorts of the people involved. It was a giant collection of numerous bits of media, all seperated by thin lines of paint on the walls."What is all of this, Grandpa?" Davey asked, confused."This, my son," his grandpa started to explain coming into the room himself, "is my dream. Watching you over the past few years has inspired me to dig deep into my soul to see if there was any life left inside of this broken down body. I once thought I was all used up, done with my dreams, but then God showed up and told me there was one more project He wanted me to do. I've always wanted to put together a biography of sorts, you know, a story of someone really interesting. A story about someone who really made a difference in this crazy life. Well, here it is, a work in progress. This is your story, Davey. Every one of these pictures and news stories reflect the tales you have shared with me over the years. I researched each one and got the information and details from the media. Also, beside each one is a specific description of what these people have done with their lives and what they are doing now. You see, the Lord used you, Davey, to save and help these people start a new life and become who they were born to be. You, my son, have made a difference in this world. Most of the time, we never actually see the results of our efforts or intentions, but the Lord is gracious in that every now and then He lets us see that what we are doing is not in vain, that He is in control and is still working with us as we go.""Unbelievable," Davey whispered, shaking his head to the side. He could hardly take it all in, there was just too much to comprehend. "There aren't even words to describe what I'm feeling right now. I just want to stand in here with you, Grandpa, in silence, and thank the Lord for what He has done and what He is doing. Let us join up in arms and worship Him with all of what we have to offer, for it is the Lord that reigns."