I met Garth Brooks at a Red Robbins in Owasso, Oklahoma. He was having lunch with his family and I really did not want to bother him. However, being a huge fan since the 90s , I couldn't help but keep looking over at him.

Towards the end of my meal with my family (I was home from college) the waitress said Mr. Brooks had picked up our bill. So, naturaly, we went over to thank him.

For the world's highest selling artist, he is the nicest man on the planet. He signed my hat for me and even invited us back to his place for a tour of his studio when he learned that I was a fan. It was a great experience and I will cherish that memory my entire life.