June 30, 2011
I Owe It All to a Bad Hoagie Sandwich
By Michael Sweeney I was 18 and had just dropped out of college after my first semester as a music major at the University of Northern Colorado. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life””I just knew I probably would never make a living playing the trumpet. So I moved out of the dorm, joined a small house church, and shared the living quarters in its basement with three equally directionless young men. I found employment on the janitorial staff of an elementary school across town. Each day I would walk the two miles to work,
