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After a chance meeting of Nancy on a marketing project, Nancy kept in touch with friendly email cards.
It would take months before Nancy’s email greetings would show evidence of some kind of genuine desire to connect that would lead to my calling her to learn more about her life and interests. Nancy didn’t have her own website then, as she now has.
It would turn out that Nancy lived about a mile from where I lived, in a large white historic home in downtown Apex, a home I had noticed and wondered about for several years. Now, I had met the lady of the house, the lady who owned the home. I had goosebumps, or angel bumps as Sandra Carrington Smith calls them in her book The Book of Obeah.
As I learned more about Nancy’s life and interests, her business experience, now an executive vice president with a niche business with proprietary technology, she was fascinating, intelligent, compassionate, accessible… Sometimes people don’t fit neatly in the boxes of preconceived notions that arise. Nancy didn’t fit neatly at all.
One topic led to another and Nancy mentioned she was writing her memoir.
Ever meet anyone who is a wanna be, and encourages everyone else to do what they haven’t done? Well, I want to have finished a number of books I’ve been coddling for a decade and some, and as soon as I find out someone else has a book they want to write, I’m all over it! It’s a puzzling reflex, but in this case, it actually changed our lives, both Nancy’s and mine.
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