While making my weekly Burger King visit (if you haven’t heard, it’s become a Monday “thing” for me), this sweet lady came over to say hello. Since I seek attention for a living, I am always flattered when someone recognizes me and knows my name.
Her name is Jeanette Liles. When she figured out who I was, she apologized for interrupting me as I stared at the bright big-screen menu. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve been staring at you, and you’re David Carroll, aren’t you?”
I owned up to it, and she said, “I know you get tired of people stopping and talking to you when you’re in public, but I’m 85 years old, and this may be my one chance in a lifetime to tell you how much I appreciate you, and how I love to watch you on TV.”
Jeanette, the pleasure is all mine. You made my day. Your kindness and sincerity reminded me never to take this job lightly. It is an honor and a privilege to be invited into your home each day. I hope I see you again, because once in a lifetime is not enough to be in the presence of someone so special.