My freshman year at Baylor was coming to a close. For one reason or another, my dad was unable to come help me move my stuff back to Minden. With too much stuff to fit in my car, I was in a bit of a pinch.
The night before I was to move out of my dorm, the phone rang. (Yes, it was the phone in our room. No, we didn’t have cell phones yet.) It was my friend, Tony, from Minden.
“Hey! I’m downstairs.”
“You’re where???”
“Downstairs… In your dorm.”
He was in the lobby of Collins Hall. I had mentioned my dilemma to him a couple of days earlier, and he had decided to do something about it: He drove to Waco to bring me home.
It was one of the best gifts I’ve ever received. It was also Tony being Tony.
It seems like the best gifts in life are those when we give of ourselves.
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