Do you believe the headline?
The older I get, the more I'm convinced that nothing that that happens is just an accident.
I have a beautiful example.
I'm getting more and more like Archie Bunker each day, in that I dislike answering the telephone. Each time it rings I grumble just like Archie used to. And this was the case one evening last month.
But this time, when I answered, a mostly friendly voice on the other end of the line said, "I can't believe that someone is actually answering the telephone this time." He went on to say how difficult it has been to find someone at home on our end of the line. Finally I interrupted him and asked him just who he thought he was talking to. When he responded I had to regretfully inform him that I wasn't the guy. He had a wrong number.
He was so friendly, however, that I kept the conversation going by saying that I ran a charitable organization and I wondered if he would like to make a contribution. Again, a friendly response instead of a hang-up. He wanted to know what I did, and so I told him.
And it turns out that he has a family member with prison issues. And it turns out that he is very interested in what we do.
So I told him that, as a gift, I would send him a copy of my book SWEET FREEDOM. It went out the next day.
I got a note the other day, thanking me for the book, which he had read shortly after its arrival.
Along with the note came a check to HFP for $50.00.
The note was signed, "Your new friend in Tampa."