At the end of every day, as he rests from his labors, every man asks himself, “Have I made my spouse and children proud? Did I make their worlds at least a little bit better?” Ever a caring husband and father, this is the way that Thomas Fulton lived his life. I met Tom many years ago when a colleague of his hired me to work at their firm. I was a bright-eyed, ambitious kid right of college who thought he had all the answers. I’ll never forget how Tom helped and guided me over the years, generously sharing his time and experience. On one occasion, when I was working with a particularly demanding client, he called me into his office to give me some ideas. Of course, his professional advice was right on the money. Soon, I realized that a few hours had gone by and I said, “Tom, I don’t want to waste your whole day with this.” To which smiled and said, “Listen, Mark. Working together is always worth the time because it makes us stronger as a group. That’s why we call it a firm.” That kind of humor and wisdom characterizes the great man I had the privilege to work with and call my friend. Years later, it was a very difficult time in my life. Business couldn’t have been better, but it had been six months since my wife had first been diagnosed, and she was still battling with the resulting complications. When Tom sat down in my office, I thought I knew why. We had some very important things going on at the firm, but I just couldn’t seem to stay focused. The strain in my voice and behind my eyes must have been evident to anyone who spoke with me. But Tom wasn’t there to reprimand me. He said, “Mark, I know you’re going through some hard things right now. I want to know what you’re doing for yourself and for your wife.” I was a little stunned by his question. “Well,” I replied, “I’m at the hospital with my wife every day after work. I try to spend all the time with her I can.” “That’s good,” he said, nodding, “But do you think that’s enough?” “My wife hasn’t gotten any better,” I said, “I’m stressed out during the day, and I hardly sleep at night. So, I suppose not.” Tom looked at me and said, “What would say if I told you I knew of something that would help you with the stress, give you a good night’s sleep, and maybe even help with your wife’s recovery?” Desperate as I was, there was nothing I wouldn’t try. “Listen,” I said, “If we’re talking about some miracle pill . . .” Tom smiled and said, pointing toward the ceiling, “No, Mark, the medicine that you need doesn’t come in any pill, and I’m afraid there’s only one pharmacist who carries it.” So, after talking it over with my wife, I decided to take Tom up on his offer and attend church with him, his wife, and their children. Afterward, Tom’s wife asked me if I had enjoyed my visit with their family. “Yes,” I replied, “I’ve never seen such well-behaved kids in my life!” But I felt something else while I was there, too. I didn’t want to admit it right away, but I felt a hope that I had been missing for a very long time. So, I kept going back, and I could see the difference it was making for my wife. Even though I was always invited to have dinner with some member of the congregation, I would always hurry to the hospital after and tell my wife about the sermon or what the choir had sung. I could tell it made her very happy. With time, she got better. After many prayers, we were able to have two healthy, beautiful children together. It’s hard to say if it was our new-found faith that healed her, but now I have my own family to sit with in church. There is no better gift than that. Tom will be sorely missed—both by his family and by his many friends, like me, whom he helped and inspired. But as he rests from his life’s long labor, this great husband, father, and friend should know that he has made his family proud. The world is most definitely a better place because of Thomas Fulton.