Several years ago, our youngest daughter was a high school senior being recruited by Division I universities for track and field.

She was invited for a recruitment weekend at a university in northeastern Pennsylvania.

Both my husband and I had demanding and unpredictable work schedules.

He was able to drive her to the weekend, but getting her back to Philadelphia from the school to catch a train home became an issue.

I called my older brother who lived in New Jersey near Philadelphia to see if he could pick her up at the school and get her to the train station.

He hesitated just a moment before replying that he had plans, but he could easily combine the two things; so arrangements were made.

As it turned out, my long-divorced brother had finally met someone special and had invited her out to dinner.

But instead she rode along with him to the school to pick up our daughter and get her to the train.

Our daughter was the first to meet my future sister-in-law on this, her first date with my brother.

She became a wonderful part of our family — despite that first date being an uncle’s rescue mission for his niece rather than a lovely dinner out.

Kathryn Kenders,


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