Tuesday morning I received a text message from my cousin Mike who owns Gibbon’s-Ellison Funeral Home, asking me if I could use four tickets for that nights Bulls game against the Suns. The last time I was at a Bulls game was in the early 90’s when Michael Jordan was in his hay day so I felt I was long overdue for a game and graciously accepted the offer. I asked how much the tickets were and was told not to worry about it and just have a good time.
I made a few calls to some of my Bulls fan friends and within a short amount of time the plans were made and the tickets received. The tickets I found out later were the creme dela creme of tickets. Parking, food and drink were all included. Nothing to do here but sit back ,enjoy a good game and enjoy the company of my friend Tony of Fox Valley Excavating, his eight year old son Patrick and Chuck one of Tony’s drivers.
The value of these tickets for me wasn’t all the frills that came along with them but the reflecting on where I was and how I got there. I have done a couple of favors for Mike in the past and Tony has done favors for me as well. Money has never been an issue in any of these cases because we are friends and we look out for each other. I like to think that everything comes full circle. I do something for you, you do something for me and I then pay it forward to someone else.
Tony must have thanked me a dozen times throughout the course of the night. He plowed my driveway last winter when we were out of town during the blizzard and he is thanking me for some basketball tickets, wow! It is a good life.
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