Giving Our Best When It Matters Most
Some thirty years ago I stood at my then girlfriend’s refrigerator trying to find something to eat. I located a single piece of cake toward the back and ate it in three bites. No piece of cake is complete without some milk to wash it down, so I grabbed the carton; made sure the coast was clear; and proceeded to drink directly from the container. Mid-gulp I noticed said girlfriend standing in the doorway staring at me. I prepared for the worst. She moved toward me, leaned up, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away. My immediate thought: “I think I could spend the rest of my life with this woman.”
