One morning as I was drinking my coffee, I received a phone
call and to my surprise it was a familiar voice. As I listened to her speak I couldn’t
believe that she was actually calling me. She wanted me to write a poem that
she had written in calligraphy. The manner in which she spoke to me automatically
caused me to sit upright and put on my professional hat, although she had a
very friendly tone. At the end of the conversation when it was time for me to
write down her information and she told me who she was I was absolutely floored.
My hunch was correct. The person on the other end was someone whom I admired my
whole entire life by watching her on television. I couldn’t believe that she
went to the internet and found my business to service her. But when she finally
emailed me the body of work that was to be written I became flabbergasted and
had to take a seat because the poem was about someone else that I admired. I
was much honored to be penning this body of work using my calligraphy
penmanship. Now the work had to begin. I was very nervous as I began to write.
I was very excited and did not want to mess up. I looked at each letter with a
magnifying glass and wrote very carefully. After a couple of takes I was
finally ready to deliver. The walk to the office building was very nerve
wrecking. I wanted to make sure that the manner in which I presented myself was
appropriate. The look on her face was priceless when she received the “artwork”
as if she set her eyes on a body of work that she created come to life.
That
moment was very encouraging to me and was a moment that I will never forget.
