Yes, I know about the title of the post…
Made me laugh, so up it goes.
My phone was doing something odd this morning. Blinking.
That means I have a voicemail and in the new age of communication, that doesn’t happen much anymore.
Who’s got time to leave a message? Who’s got time to listen?
So I looked at the number – local – and I knew the call was not intended for me.
Or was it?
Here’s the message. Note that it came in at 2:49 AM.
(“I’m sorry Drew. I got the wrong number. Shit. Jesus.”)
Now clearly Roger (caller ID) felt bad about having plugged the wrong digits into his phone.
But there is no wrong about it.
Of all the numbers he could have dialed, he dialed mine. He connected to me.
Certainly something as mundane as a wrong number can be shrugged off easily. This is especially true is you believe in a random universe, where things just happen to you willy nilly or because God farted or what have you…
But certainly I don’t believe that. (Read my book if you want the full explanation.)
In short, I know that if it shows up in MY LIFE, then I CREATED IT. Whether I like that creation or not is irrelevant to the fact that I created it.
And so I co-created this message from Roger, this connection.
I don’t know what he got out of the experience and he has no clue what I got out of it.
Maybe the thought of disturbing a stranger was so profound to him that he had a moment of clarity that will set his life on a new path.
Maybe dialing me led him to pause and decide not to call the person he was trying to reach. Maybe that was a very good thing indeed.
Maybe he decided to have another beer and then pass out on his couch.
Maybe he was stone sober and had an emergency.
I have no way of knowing.
And it’s not so important. Just another connection, just another creation in a life full of connections and creations.
From his apology, I assume that Roger believed I would not appreciate his 2:49 AM call.
But he’d be wrong.
I never heard his call (my phone and bed could not be farther apart).
His message delighted me. His words were a perfect match to my sense of humor. He made me laugh out loud.
Roger will likely never know this, of course.
In fact, if he remembers the incident, he’ll probably condemn himself for his creation.
The truth is you NEVER really know who you are affecting out in the world.
And you never know HOW you are affecting people.
(This is true despite whatever people tell you, by the way. The only thing you ever have access to is how YOU feel. That’s just the way it is.)
But know this…
You are touching all sorts of people’s lives, many of whom you will never meet.
You’re touching strangers.
And they’re touching you.
And it’s all a perfect match.
And it’s all good.
Isn’t that cool?