My phone rang at 6:53 this morning. My phone always rings at 6:53 a.m. on October 9 – Mom and Dad are on the other end of the line to sing Happy Birthday to me at the exact time that I was born. Many of you read my birthday wish a couple of years ago to keep receiving these calls, and thanks to your support, modern medicine, and the grace of God, they continue.
But because of our Grand Canyon hike a month ago, this is the first year Mon and Dad have been in Tucson on my birthday – and 6:53 a.m. in Ohio is 3:53 a.m. in Arizona. So yesterday I sent a text to Dad and encouraged them to wait to call me until 6:53 a.m. in their time zone. A couple of minutes later, the response came that they had already set two alarm clocks to make sure they were on the phone at the proper time. And I have to admit that it wouldn’t have been the same otherwise.
For years, I shared my birthday with my friend Bob Campbell – he had already used it 29 times before sharing it with me. Every year, we made a point of finding each other at some point during the day to wish each other a Happy Birthday. Bob died a few years ago, but this morning I remembered his 55th birthday – his wife and friends were throwing him a surprise birthday party and asked me to come up with a gag gift similar to the Golden Buckeye Card that gives discounts to senior citizens in Ohio. So I did, and they presented him with the Golden Double-Nickel Card, with the tag line “For Those Ten Glorious Years Between Old Age and Retirement” . . .
At age 26, I thought that was pretty funny. Still do, but now there’s a difference – today, I qualify . . .