Martin opened the green door of his second floor room, room 306. He stepped outside and closed the door. He felt the air on his face, and he heard the voices of his friends. He looked down at them. They stood talking in the parking lot below.
Martin spoke, and his friends looked up. For the meeting that night, he asked for a song. He said, "Make sure you play 'Take My Hand, Precious Lord' in the meeting tonight. Play it real pretty." Then -- for the la...