Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit; let me explain.
For several years I have been organizing and hosting bi-annual health fairs and "Saturday Clinics" at St. Luke's Mission of Mercy in Buffalo, New York, my home-sweet-home. Buffalo has the dubious distinction of being the second poorest city in the nation...there we go again, second place. St. Luke's is in the poorest neighborhood in the city, and health care is a low priority for folks looking for food, clothes and shelter. My job has been to bring the resources to them, and I've been privileged to do it for some time now.
Funded by state to promote diabetic education, the group (Institute for Leadership) formulated a program called "Faith Fights Diabetes" encouraging churches, synagogues and mosques to train and equip leaders to present diabetic education and support, based on a program from Seton Health. The leadership training, they state, was based on...little old me.
Fast forward: In early December they flew my beloved and I to LaGuardia, put us up in a swank little botique hotel in the fashion district, wined and dined us, and treated us to a wonderful holiday diversion. We were treated like celebrities. Dinner at Carmine's with the program director and president was amazing, the company entrancing - the president, Rev. Faulkner, told a wonderful story of how he lured his wife from Virginia, her home, to Times Square (when Times Square was not the Disney production it is now...); he reported, "I told her, honey, I think God is calling me to New York." My eyes lit up, and I turned to my bride, who quickly retorted, "Don't even try it." Foiled again.
I was just Dave again...thankfully un-cooked.