Nat Drapiza

On January 23, 2008, I received word that Sarah O'Dell, an old friend of mine from college had passed away. Two years earlier, her husband, Aaron, had invited me out to a birthday celebration for her. I couldn’t go because I was heading up our New Year’s Eve service at church. I promised to call and promptly forgot. I kept meaning to call, but never did. Then I found out that she was diagnosed with leukemia. I brought her up for prayer every chance I could at church, reminding myself every chance I got to call. But things got busy and I never did. I got an email from her parents about a month before she died with her address, asking people to send birthday cards to lift her spirits. I wrote up a card, but it sat on my desk, waiting for a stamp. I got another email a few days before she died with a message that she was improving. Good, I thought, that will give me time to get this card out. A few days later, I received the email that she had unexpectedly taken a turn for the worse and had passed away. None of my thoughts and good intentions turned into any meaningful expression to her. What could I say to her at that point? I almost cared enough to let you know? My friend Sarah is gone and she’ll never know I cared because I didn’t take the time when I had it to tell her so. Just a reminder from someone who learned the hard way: Please don’t wait to tell someone that you care.

Using only a restaurant, tell us where you went to college.

As a font guy, the weight inconsistencies here is beyond alarming.

LOAN OFFICER: Say that again please. ME: *leans in closer* Same day clothing alterations business called Swift Taylor. h/t @SeeDaneRun

Every year my friends send me College Football Reddit maps of “The Ultimate College Football Road-Trip” Basically daring me to do one. Well, now is that time. I’m officially trying to go for the record for most college football games in a season, chasing 60 games!