Sometimes an opportunity ignored can turn into a blessing missed. There will be days you are so tired that you don’t think you have another ounce of “Help Me” left in you. Last Saturday was one of those. I had worked all day, from 8 am to 6:30 pm. I was tired, cooked, stick a fork in me, I’m done. However, I checked the Project Dignity voicemail line one last time, “just to make sure”.
Murphy’s Law was in full force. No messages all day. I’m hungry. My cats are hungry. I’m ready for some rest. A message comes in at 6:05 pm. Who calls a place of business after 6pm on a Saturday night, expecting a call back? Really? My first mistake was listening to the message. You can’t unring that bell. A woman caller left a message. Basically it was just her name and phone number. She didn’t indicate what she needed, but she ended the message with the phrase, “I just need someone to call me back”. Her voice was soft and her words trailed off at the end. She sounded more tired than I did. It hit me like a ton of bricks that here was someone nearly at the end of their rope. She needed a call back now.