Say, you saw my name on a letter that you were delivering. You take it to my door because that is just the kind of person you are. I open the door. You see me. How do you react?
Believe it or not, I’ve experienced this exact scenario not too long ago. Someone delivered a stack of paperwork that was as thick as my copy of Gone With The Wind.
When I opened the door, he asked, “Hello, I’m looking for Helen Hensell.”
“That’s me,” I say with an attempt at bravado as I summon up my confidence.