our dream

It's 7 a.m. on a warm summer Sunday morning. About 40 volunteers, men and women, are gathered to set up orange cones in the parking lot of Athens Church just an hour before the crowd starts pouring in for morning services. Among those volunteers is a man by the name of Michael Porter. I guess you could say

Michael and his family are a living picture of, well, ordinary people. They are ordinary people whose lives have been dramatically changed by something much bigger than themselves. It may seem strange that Michael was up at this hour, wearing a light reflecting vest and directing traffic as cars pull into this building called a church. In fact, many months prior, he was the last person you would've caught setting foot

inside a so-called church. Something was different though, and it wasn't just Michael's location. It had a whole lot more to do with his heart's condition. It was a little more than two years ago when Michael, his wife, Cathy and their two kids moved to Athens as the result of a career change. Settling into a quiet little neighborhood, the Porters' found themselves on the brink of a variety