I don't often read celebrity memoirs, but my sister Elizabeth and others told me that actor Rob Lowe's Stories I Only Tell My Friends was terrific, so I decided to read it myself.
They're right -- it's a great book. This episode, in particular, really stuck in my mind. Rob Lowe recounts:
On my last visit to the Clinton White House, I’m standing on the South Lawn with [my wife] Sheryl and the boys talking to the president before he hops onto Marine One. My youngest son, Johnowen, is holding his stuffed frog, Gwee Gwee, which he never lets out of his sight, under any circumstances. It has been his security blanket since he was an infant. But now, he takes it out of his mouth and hands his old, tattered from to the president.
“Well, look at this!” says the president. “Is this for me?” he asks.
Johnowen nods shyly. “For you,” he says in a small voice.
Sheryl and I look at each other in shock.
“Wow, Johnowen!” exclaims Matthew.
“Well, thank you, young man. I bet you didn’t know, but I collect frogs. Have since I was a boy like you….I’ll keep him nice and safe. You can come visit him at the Clinton Library someday.”
How about you? Have you ever been in a situation where you realized that the generous thing to do was to take?
I must admit I'm a little obsessed with this theme. I collect examples. It's a paradox that fascinates me.