“I came home from school one day and my mom was in the kitchen. I looked in the living room and noticed our couch was missing.
I looked at my mom and said, ‘What happened to the sofa?’ She said, ‘You should ask your dad.’
It turned out that my dad had learned about a parent in our school who had fled an abusive situation in her home. She and her kids had found a new place to live, but they didn’t have any furniture. So he came home and loaded up our sofa—one of those big sectionals—put it in the back of the truck, and took it over to her place.
This wasn’t the only time something went missing from our house because my dad was helping someone. That story stayed with me throughout the years. My dad’s example sent an important message to me at a young age: When people need help, we help them. That’s the house I grew up in.