In college, I was broke. The money I made working barely paid rent and utilities. Yes, I had scholarships but it was rough when you come from a family of poverty. I often ate oatmeal or oodles and noodles. I managed to afford a small gift, a book about God to send to Grammy Grace for her birthday (rest in peace Grammy). One problem though, I didn’t have money for postage! After not really thinking this through, I took it to the mailroom at the University Office I was working in. Well, you know what happened next. . .