It's The Little Things That Count

I was sitting by myself, practicing the keynote speech I am going to be giving in Toronto in a little over  a week, when this woman who was seated nearby taps me on my shoulder.

"Did I hear you say Neurofibromatosis?" She asked me.  Lost in thought and trying to focus on my upcoming presentation, I looked up at her.  She must've been in her 70's.

She asked me if I minded reading her the speech and told me that her granddaughter had been diagnosed a few months ago.

I was a little taken back, but I said "sure", and she then slid into the seat across from me.

I figure, the more practice I get, the better, so I began to read....looking up into her eye every chance I got.  She sat intensely focused on my words, which made me a little nervous.

I was thinking to myself  "Who does this?  Who comes up to a total stranger and asks to sit down with them to hear about what they are working on?"

As I got to some really heavy parts of my speech, I couldn't help but cry with this total stranger, who was now using a clothe hankerchief that had initials embroidered on it to wipe her eyes.

I finished up and she grabbed my hand and thanked me for sharing my story.  I gave her my email address and website and watched as she wrote it down....her hand was shaky, but her handwriting was beautiful.

As I watched her walk away, I felt this amazing and overwhelming feeling come over me.  I am doing exactly what God is wanting me to do.  This is an amazing feeling, and one that I hope I can live up to!

THRIVE ON!