Steverino buys a T-bone for Tommy 'The Gun' Morrison...

Hullo again my compassionate friend...

Long story short, a girl broke my heart in college, so I dropped out for a semester moved back to my hometown and took a job as a personal trainer and a night janitor to make ends meet. I ended up living with two guys...a musician and a baseball player...

One night I was out for dinner at the local Denny's (Yes, the home of the Grand Slam Brekkie) with the muso and we happen to be sitting across from none other than the late-great Tommy 'The Gun' Morrison.

I was a big Rocky fan, not really a boxing fan at the time...

And, a bit star-struck...

I didn't want to ask him for an autograph and I didn't want to interrupt his dinner, but I couldn't pass up the chance to pay for his meal (Thank God we were at Denny's).

I motioned to our waitress and she brought me his table's bill. I paid for his steak and eggs along with the guy he was with's burger. 

At the time, I was just a poor college drop out, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to be able to tell my friends I bought a famous boxer's dinner. 

Call it ego or sheer bragging rights...

But, I was compelled to do it. 

My roomie thought I was a bit mental. Maybe he was right...

And, you know what?

Tommy walked over and thanked me. Shook my hand and offered to autograph a Denny's menu for me.

I passed on the autograph and wished him well. 

I walked away with a great story, and an even better life lesson:

Everybody loves a free steak dinner.

Seriously, though...

It feels good to live a generous life.

Which brings me to the moral of the story...

Every day we have the opportunity to pay it forward...

To give more than we take...

To be a blessing to others...

And, to make a positive difference.

I have no idea if it made Tommy's day, but I do know that it made me feel great to be a giver and not a taker that night...

Just something to think about the next time you're tempted to bother someone for an autograph...

Here's to living a generous life...

Steve Knox


PS. I'd love to hear your stories of paying it forward. Hit me back if you have one worth sharing;)