Not to Sonny, not to Josh, but to God

Every person has about 5 to 7 good stories in them. I only have two, but I'm thinking about adding this one to my inventory.

Remember Sonny a few posts back? Back when he worked in Charlotte a couple years ago, there was a lady who worked with him who was a Nazi. Like, a real one. She would take her 6yr old daughter with her to Hitler's birthday party every year.
Sonny became good friends with her and gave her the book More than a Carpenter by Josh McDowell. She would read it, but would get so mad at the book that she'd chuck the book across the room. Later she figured "I probably should at least finish it though, just to tell Sonny I did."
She finished the book and shortly thereafter became a Christian sometime in 2006, as did her daughter. They celebrated their first ever Christmas 9 months ago. They had three presents under the tree: one for the mom, one for the daughter, one for Jesus. The daughter said to the mom "It feels so good not to hate anymore."