All of my life I have given things away - things that I loved, to people that I loved, as a reminder, a memory that stays with you forever. I’ve given food and money to homeless people, I’ve brought strangers into my home to give them a place to sleep. I’ve tried to be the kind of person I would want to meet.  When one is always on the giving end, to be on the receiving end is humbling and exalting, all at the same time.  This is my story ...

I made a change of locations, and had debt sky-high, barely making it from paycheck to paycheck, a common enough story these days. I drove 30 miles each way to work, on tires that were over two years old. This one particular day, my friend called and asked to borrow my car.  He and his wife run a concession stand at an outdoor theater, and he claimed he needed the hauling capacity of my car. Of course was my answer, here are the keys.  He returned several hours later, keys in hand, and said he put gas in it.  That’s the kind of man he is: even if he took the car with no gas, he’d return it with a full tank. This time though, it wasn’t only gas he put in my car.  He and his wife, worried about my safety on my daily commute, had decided to buy new tires for my car.  That kind of love - truly unconditional, which has no rhyme or reason – is so powerful. Humbling, because it makes one vulnerable; exalting, because love is such a powerful thing.

I’m a truly blessed human.