The Unlikely Evangelist

"Well, young man," the doctor said as he gently pressed a stethoscope to my chest, "what do you want to do when you grow up?"   I wasn't completely sure if the good doctor would understand hearing a little kind say, I'm going to be an evangelist, so I opted for a simpler answer: "I'm going to be a speaker." His eyebrows raised as he continued to listen to my lungs.  "Well, you can give that up.  You could never do that with your problem."