It all started with an empty seat on the bus. This story has been told by both sides. For one, this was a rushed morning, getting ready to go out to the work site the youth group was going to be cleaning up. An inner city school garden. He sat down by himself while his dad picked a seat at the front. For the other, he came in after and saw a beam of light on the empty seat that drew him there. They exchanged hellos and started an easy conversation.