When I was a freshman at the BYU, I lived in Heritage Halls. Our 6-girl apartment adjoined another 6-girl apartment. Basically, we shared a back-door exit and the dividing door between us and them ended up being open more often than it was closed. As a result, at times it seemed more like I had 11 roommates rather than just five. And would you believe me if I told you that I remain good friends with most of those 11 girls (now women)? It's true, though I can hardly believe it myself. But the ties you form during that first year at college are strong. Thanks to the internet, we can keep them that way.
What does this have to do with anything? I'll tell you. A while ago, I complained on my blog about the unavailability (later revealed to be more of a scarcity) of black beans in this country, nay, REGION. A few weeks later - last Sunday, to be exact - Jeremy received a large package in his office mailbox. It was an unusual enough occurrence that he gave me a call in my office to tell me about it. I at once could not, and yet absolutely could, believe it when he said it appeared to be a mass shipment of dry black beans from my old roommate Jen in Boston.
I opened up the package when I got home and sure enough:
Now, I happen to think that I have a lot of amazing friends who have done a lot of amazing things, some of them for my benefit. For example, another one of those freshman year roommates once met me at a park near the freeway in South Bend, Indiana on our way Out West to feed us lunch and have her kids play with my kids. Who even does that?? (Answer: Liz.) But I have to say that Jen shipping black beans across the world just so I wouldn't have to go without is possibly the most outlandishly generous thing anyone has ever done for me.
It's so generous, in fact, that I can't resist publicly calling her out and saying, THANK YOU. From the bottom of my black-bean-loving heart.
What does this have to do with anything? I'll tell you. A while ago, I complained on my blog about the unavailability (later revealed to be more of a scarcity) of black beans in this country, nay, REGION. A few weeks later - last Sunday, to be exact - Jeremy received a large package in his office mailbox. It was an unusual enough occurrence that he gave me a call in my office to tell me about it. I at once could not, and yet absolutely could, believe it when he said it appeared to be a mass shipment of dry black beans from my old roommate Jen in Boston.
I opened up the package when I got home and sure enough:
Now, I happen to think that I have a lot of amazing friends who have done a lot of amazing things, some of them for my benefit. For example, another one of those freshman year roommates once met me at a park near the freeway in South Bend, Indiana on our way Out West to feed us lunch and have her kids play with my kids. Who even does that?? (Answer: Liz.) But I have to say that Jen shipping black beans across the world just so I wouldn't have to go without is possibly the most outlandishly generous thing anyone has ever done for me.
It's so generous, in fact, that I can't resist publicly calling her out and saying, THANK YOU. From the bottom of my black-bean-loving heart.