Tonight a beautiful woman approached me and said, “I’ll never forget the time I heard you speak, it was life-changing.”
I thanked her and asked when she’d heard me speak.
“It was at Canyon Crest Elementary School when I was in 6th Grade”.
I scratched the gray in my beard, grabbed my cane, and hobbled away.
To feel old is one thing. To realize you are is another.
Yet few compliments make me more grateful than this one. Proves the message was lasting and impacting.
Glad I went to that school and spoke to those kids, probably for free! What promises have you kept that once in a while you’re reminded really have made all the difference?