So I'm at one of my usual haunts, siphoning off the free Wi-Fi and pounding the keyboard with whatever temporary flashes of brilliance and brainlessness occur. An older gentleman approaches, and I accidentally catch his eye when I look up, mumbling something to myself about what I'd just written. He thinks I'm talking to him, and so comes over. So I smile and say hello. . .and resume my pounding and mumbling.
A few minutes later, he comes over. "You look very focused," he says. "May I ask what is you do?" I tell him, and give him my card. He smiles, and says "That sounds like very interesting and rewarding work." I smile again, and he goes back to his table.
Today, we run into each other again. And again, he comes over. "I don't want to bother you," he apologizes, with kind eyes, "but I spent most of my life in badly run organizations, and it's so great to know there are people like you who are out there trying to help people run them better. I hope somebody is telling you that what you do is important."
I thank him, and as we talk further, I realize he doesn't want anything from me. In fact, I'm thrown off by his surprise appreciation, instead of honored by it. It makes me wonder where else there are people who are trying to appreciate and recognize my work, and how I might be too busy pounding the keyboard to notice.
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