A year ago, I carried a gray and burgundy pair of Cowboy boots in my car, in hopes of finding some feet, most likely those belonging to a homeless friend. 
(The boots were the third pair I’d received from my friend in prison—whom I’ve never actually met in person.)
He makes the boots using his gift with leather to create masterpiece, high-end Cowboy boots. And he sends boots not only to me, but to other people. 
That night, I had driven a couple hours to a Christian rehab/ranch, over the ra...