M.”
“You made this?”
“Took about six weeks.”
Inside were statements from my college account.
But when I turned them over, I discovered something I had never known.
Ray had written little notes beside his contributions.
*Boots can wait — $40.*
*Brought lunch all week — $25.*
*Truck service next month — $60.*
Then I found another.
*Danny needed new glasses. Tight month — $0.*
The following statement read:w
*Made it up this month — $80.*
I looked at him.
“You were keeping track of this?”
Ray suddenly looked uncomfortable.
“I just wanted you to know that even when we couldn’t put much away, we were still moving forward.”
At the bottom of the box was a handwritten note.
*Kid,*
*It isn’t enough yet.*
*We’ll keep going.*
*Ray.*
It was probably the least expensive birthday gift I had ever received.
And somehow, it meant more than anything else.
Three hours later, someone knocked on
