When I saw the email inquiring about my availability to edit a short letter, I was pleased and surprised and responded immediately that I would be delighted to assist. A short time passed and she sent the letter. It was brief but extremely important as it pertained to her daughter and a prospective admission to college.
Because it was late in the day, I asked if tomorrow would be acceptable, to which she answered that she really wanted it immediately. As one who has always had trouble saying no, I quickly edited the letter and sent it to her.
As I think about it now, I realize that this person is from somewhere in my past that I cannot remember. Evidently, I did some work for her at some time, even though I can’t remember when or what the situation was. But ultimately, it doesn’t matter. No matter what we do, where we go, or whom we meet, we are all impacting more people than we realize.
With the number of people who read this blog on a daily basis, I never know who those people are, where they live, or what they do. The same is true of my books. I see book sales but unless the purchaser writes a review or contacts me, I have no idea who he or she may be.
Thinking about this is more gratifying than any other word I can select. It doesn’t empower me that I have touched more people than are immediately obvious to me. In the case of the lady who contacted me today, I am very pleased, not only that she selected me to do more work for her, but also that I could fulfill her very humble request in a short amount of time.
Being a writer has many forms of satisfaction that have to do with working with a number of people on an ongoing basis. More importantly, it intrigues and inspires me that I have had opportunities to do good things for those I don’t remember but who continue to remember me. Shalom.