I’d rather not have Vic watch this and think of ten more reasons to drive over me with his pickup truck.

“I’m not really on Facebook much anyway,” he said. “It was just a prank or something that someone did. Probably just for fun.”

When they finally started taping, Jill asked him similar questions. Near the end, she asked him a question that hadn’t come up before.

“But how do you feel now that this joke at your expense turned into an amazing act of generosity by Greer High School?”

Thomas shrugged and smiled. “I just know that—there’s a lot of people out there that could use the stuff. I never thought that it’d turn out like this.”

“So why did you choose the Salvation Army to bring the gifts to?” Jill asked.

“’Cause they really help people. I just figured—they do so much around Christmastime. Why not try to help out too?”

As Jill spoke into the camera next to Thomas, saying words like brave and creative, Thomas could feel his face blushing. There was a crowd around him and he suddenly wanted to get this over with and go back to normal life.

After the interview was over and he said good-bye to the reporter, he could see Cass standing near the entrance to the school.

“Hey,” he said.

“You’re a hero,” Cass said.

“Not really. Just someone with an idea that actually worked.”

“Very few people do things that actually work, Thomas. Not a lot of people know how to make a difference. That’s what I think is so cool about all of this.”

For a second Thomas thought about what she said.

To make a difference.

Then it dawned on him. His prayer. His prayer when he quoted Pastor Grady’s words to make a difference, to try to help change a little something in this world.

“Here—this is for you,” Cass said, handing him a sheet.

“What is it?”

“It’s directions to my house.”

The look on his face must’ve been stunned, because Cass laughed and quickly said, “It’s for my New Year’s Eve party.”

“Oh, really?”

“Carlos has probably told you about it.”

“Yeah, I think so,” Thomas said.

But he couldn’t act like it was no big deal. Of course he knew about it. Of course he was hoping she’d say something to him about it.

“Well, Mr. Change-the-World-Through-Facebook. If you actually ever checked your page, you’d realize that I sent you an invitation a week ago.”

“Sorry.”

Cass laughed and swept her blond locks out of her eyes. “It’s a big party with a lot of people coming. Should be really fun. And—get this. I was inspired by you. I’m asking—no, I’m making people bring one item to donate to the Samaritan House afterward.”

“That’s great.”

“I’m just copying you. But that’s okay. Here are the directions in case you don’t check out your Facebook page.” She pointed at the paper Thomas still held in his hand. “I probably won’t see you until then, right?”