When I was working as a disc jockey in Columbus, Ohio, I used to stop at a local hospital on my way home. I would walk into different people's rooms and read Scripture to them or talk to them. It was a way of forgetting about my problemsand being thankful to God. It made a difference in the lives of those I visited. One time, it literally saved my life.One night, I came home at about two o'clock in the morning. As I began to open my door, a man came out from behind the side of my house and said. "Are you Les Brown?"I said "Yes, sir."He said, "I was sent here to carry out a contract on you.""Me? Why?" I asked. He said, "Well, there's a promoter that's very upset about the money you cost him when you said that the entertainers who were coming to town were not the original real group.""Are you going to do something to me?" I asked.He said, "No -I'll tell you why. My mother was in Grant Hospital and she wrote me about how you came in one day and sat down and talked to her and read Scripture to her. She was so impressed that this morning disc jockey, who didn't know her, came in and did that. She wrote me about you when I was in the Ohio penitentiary. I was impressed with that and I've always wanted to meet you. When I heard the word out on the street that somebody wanted to knock you off," he said, "I told them about you, about thoughts of my mother and others patients in the hospital. After listening to me, they accepted to leave out everything and let you peaceful."-Les Brown -