Unexpected Surprise

I went to school at Texas A&M University which is about 120 miles from my parents' house. My first semester, I came home just about every weekend. It was a couple hours drive one way, but it was worth it just to get out of the doldrums. Remember, I am a spoiled child and it took a little adjusting to be on my own.

When you are a Freshman and you live off campus, it is no convenient to try to park your car. As a freshman, the parking lot is on the edge of civilization and it is quite a walk just to get to class. So, I rode my bicycle to school every day. It was a few miles from my apartment to the campus. Unfortunately, it was uphill quite a bit on the way there, but it was very convenient once I got there. Going home, of course, was the opposite... what was downhill to school was uphill. So, there was also some uphill going back to the apartment.

One Friday afternoon, as I was riding by bike home on what is now George Bush Boulevard, I was zooming down hill watching the cars. Suddenly, I recognize a car... my dad's car. He had driven to A&M to pick me up to go home that weekend. You can imagine my total surprise. I was not expecting it at all and to see my dad on the way to find me was incredible. I slammed on my brakes and quickly gave my dad a hug and loaded the bike in the trunk of the car. We drove to my apartment, dropped the bike off, loaded the car with the obligatory dirty laundry and drove to Crosby.

Dad never ceases to amaze me... from the first day that I remember him to today. He died almost 22 months ago and he still amazes me when I think of the lives he touched especially mine.