LIfestyles

I remember the first time Chad and I ever hung out as friends. I went to his apartment one January afternoon in 1996 to watch the Dallas Cowboys play in the Superbowl. I showed up in the Cowboys sweatshirt I had been gifted out of my great-grandmother’s closet when she died. Obviously I was dressing to impress. My friends and I sat nervously at the little table in his kitchen, and Chad had offered all of us water to drink. If I recall, the guys were serving tap water and gummy candy at their Superbowl party. Well, at some point in the game, I managed to spill my water all over the table and the floor. I was utterly humiliated. But Chad jumped up, grabbed some paper towels, and reassured me while he was cleaning up the mess. I remember thinking, “He’s a kind person.”