Well, you may not know this, but we used to have a downtown campus.

And about 60 years ago, for a number of reasons, we decided to close that campus and bring everyone all under one roof here.

And along with that downtown campus that met at the hippodrome, we also had an office space that was right in front of what is now Union Hall.

And as we were cleaning out that office space, there was a refrigerator there.

And we were like, where is this going to go? And we also had someone at the time, a single mom, who had reached out saying that they could use a refrigerator, and they're like, great, we are going to go give that to her. The only question was, who's going to do that? Well, at the time, I had a 2002 Ford F-250 diesel engine truck, just a beast of a truck.

So it was like, okay, Nate, you're going to be the guy to go do that.

And I'm like, great, I can do this and I don't need anybody's help.

So I went downtown, pushed the refrigerator out of the office space all by myself, and I get out to my truck,

and once I get up to my truck, I see that there's these two women in their mid-40s or so,

and they're just kind of watching me, seeing what's about to happen.

And at the time, the only thing I was really thinking of is I'm so glad we live in Texas,

a state that protects the

Second Amendment, because I'm always bringing these guns with me, and they were about to see a show.

So I pushed this thing up against the tailgate of my truck, and I push the top up so it kind of

is at an angle, and then I get down to the bottom of the refrigerator, and I just start pushing, pushing, pushing, until all of a sudden it gets really, really heavy. And that thing fell. And as it fell, there's like this metal. I don't even know if there's metal on the bottom of a refrigerator. You've probably never seen it. But it fell, scraped my knee. I still have a scar there

to this day. It falls on the ground. Then these two women who have been watching, they just go,

do you need any help? And I said, yes, I do think I need some help. So I tried again, this time

with my two new friends on either side. We pushed it up, got it on to the bed of my truck, and I drove off in tremendous pain.

Not mainly because of my knee, though.

Because although my knee was bleeding, I had blood going all the way down my leg.

More than that, my pride was hurting.

Because I thought I could do it on my own, and I had

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