I was just getting home Saturday night when the phone rang. I didn’t know the number, so I almost didn’t answer.
A woman identified herself, but the name meant nothing to me. She told me I might not remember her, but she said we used to talk at a restaurant where I used to go — a place that shut down last year. She was an employee there and she used to come sit and talk when things were slow.
After she reminded me, I did remember her, but I never would have recalled her name. I haven’t seen her for a couple of years and I doubt she’s crossed my mind since then. I was confused about why she was calling and how she even found me.
She explained that I had once given her my business card — which had my name and number — and she had somehow saved it. Then she sounded nervous, as though she wasn’t quite sure what to say.
“You saved my life,” she finally said. “I just wanted to thank you for that.”

Can a free society tolerate intrusions into details of ‘The Lives of Others’?
I was a terrible preacher, because cookie-cutter truth seemed empty
On National Dog Day, remember how love can change any of us
When people push inner buttons, it’s easy to spiral down into dark
Don’t ever make politicians angry or they might assassinate you, too
I support MLK’s original goals, but not what his birthday represents
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