I think it began for me about 30 (sweet Jesus) years ago. It was Christmas morning and dad (Santa) saved his pennies (or whatever our parents did to save money back then) and bought mom a microwave.

Looking back on it through today’s hyper-sensitive lens, it sounds sexist and patronizing. I promise you it was the polar opposite. The reaction, including giggles and tears of joy, has forever fueled my penchant for acts of service combined with the element of surprise.

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