My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads round and green these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.
There was really no friendship in modeling though a certain amount of warmth comes from running into models you know on shoots because you end up in so many unfamiliar places from Alaska to Africa.
