Back when I was about 15, I was invited to a Christmas Eve gathering by a friend of the family, who had a young kid, maybe 7 or 8, and I had a gift picked out for everyone but him. I spent a long time combing through gifts at the mall but I really didn’t know all that much about him. I settled on one of those 3D wooden puzzles, a roadster.
Come Christmas Eve, and I’m anxiously awaiting people opening my gifts hoping I’d chosen well. The kid gets to my gift and turns to his parents and says “Wow, you got it after all!” They were dumbfounded. Turns out he’d been asking for that exact kit but they had passed it up. I felt like a million bucks that night.
Back when I was about 15, I was invited to a Christmas Eve gathering by a friend of the family, who had a young kid, maybe 7 or 8, and I had a gift picked out for everyone but him. I spent a long time combing through gifts at the mall but I really didn’t know all that much about him. I settled on one of those 3D wooden puzzles, a roadster.
Come Christmas Eve, and I’m anxiously awaiting people opening my gifts hoping I’d chosen well. The kid gets to my gift and turns to his parents and says “Wow, you got it after all!” They were dumbfounded. Turns out he’d been asking for that exact kit but they had passed it up. I felt like a million bucks that night.