He Invaded My Space
Last night James was at a meeting.
- I got in my extreme comfy clothes.
- (Not for public viewing)
- And settled in to read a great book.
I saw the salesman approach.
- He tried to ring the doorbell.
- (It doesn’t work - on purpose.)
- He wouldn’t give up.
He looked in the window of our front room.
- Saw me immersed in my book.
- Walked back and opened our screen door.
- Pounded relentlessly on our door.
I was ticked.
- If I wanted to talk I would open my door.
- But he had seen me.
- And was even more determined.
I was NOT a happy camper.
- I gathered Raindrop the attack dog.
- Cracked the door open.
- Told him I wasn’t interested.
He was furious!
- How dare I not listen to his pitch?
- (His company was recently identified as a scam, why would I?)
- He threatened me he would return.
I wished him well.
- Shut the door firmly.
- Made a lot of noise flipping the locks.
- And watched him leave my yard.
Today I’m buying a “No Solicitation” sign.
Makes me think of chapter leaders…Do you know (and honor) how and when your volunteers want to hear from you?
Originally posted @ Cynthia D'Amour on Leadership and Life





