Christmas of 2002 was rough for me. I was in law school, and unlike many other students, I had taken out the absolute minimum amount of loans to avoid years of indebtedness after graduation. I was eventually grateful for that, but in the middle of my second semester, I was literally pulling together change to pay for groceries.
The week of exams, I was exhausted and depressed from all the hours I was spending alone studying. In the back of my mind was the nagging reality that I had just enough money to pay for gas to drive home, but there was nothing I could do about that. I’m sure I could have asked family members to help me out, but I didn’t feel right about that — people had already been unexpectedly generous to me, and the idea of asking for financial help was humiliating. God decided to spare me the embarrassment.
During exam week, my favorite janitor, Sallie Mae Moore, saw me in the library and asked me to come out to the parking lot with her. I…