My bucket list was only three items long. I wanted to read the Bible from cover-to-cover, run a marathon, and learn to write books. I had accomplished the first two many times over by the time I was 42 years old. But, when my 50th birthday came and went with no more than an outline and a few handwritten pages of a book manuscript, I had resigned myself to never being able to complete the third item on the list. My fourth-grade teacher had encouraged me to use my gift for writing in the future, but no matter how many times I tried, I could not learn how to write a book.