The PizzaLast week I had to attend a Red Cross certification course. My children waited outside reading books for 3 hours!! I promised them pizza when I finished.
I went to the drive-thru to order 4 hot-n-ready pizzas for my children who had HUGE appetites. (My boys would be wrestling in a tournament that night, so I wanted to feed them well.) At the window, the man looked past me at Jackson in the passenger seat. Then he asked, "Is that Jax?"
I was highly surprised. We weren't even in the town where we live! We were 25 minutes away in Daytona Beach! I asked him how he knew my son. He answered, "He's in my Meteorology class at college." Jackson had the hugest smile on his face. He tries really hard not to draw any attention to himself in class. He takes good notes, thanks the teacher after class, and quietly slips in and out of the classroom.
We were both surprised that he would even recognize Jackson- let alone know his name!! I handed him my credit card and was shocked when the receipt reflected only half the price! I thanked him profusely - we all did! His classmate pointed at Jackson and said, "No… thank him!"
I have a feeling this fellow student was proud of little Jackson taking a class with adults and handling himself well. He wanted to reward him… to let him know he was accepted among them.