My nickname is my full name, including the pretentious middle initial. This is what very close friends call me. Not “Lightning” or “Caveman” or “Starbuck” or “Captain Inappropriate.”
Okay, sometimes, “Captain Inappropriate.”
Like most nicknames, I didn’t choose it for myself.
Our campus pastor was an amazing man who remembered everyone’s name despite knowing hundreds of students. He called me “young Jason.” Pastor was amazing in other ways. Whether you were at every Bible study or hadn’t seen him in months, you felt like he was your best friend. Because he actually was.