Duncan has made it to the top of the financial world and had it all. He always had what he perceived as "luck" on his side. Anything he put his mind to, he got. His job, wealth, and any women he wanted just ripe for the picking. Life was good, he was bad, and that's the way he liked it.

  Then one day, he passed a man on the street, a street preacher; on any other day, this man would have been so beneath him, he wouldn't have given this person a second glance, and hadn't, until then. Duncan could have never imagined how one conversation with a street preacher dressed in what he would consider rags could change his life... But it did.

(Warning: I was going to write this book without using any swearing, or suggestions of any kind. But in writing this I had to let a couple things in or you wouldn't know Duncan as he was before his journey began.)