Precious Grandma Memory

Placing cold calls at work recently, I pictured myself 20 years ago sitting at a long table with a row of phones reading from a script for UJA’s Super Sunday fundraiser. My grandmother chaired the event so I helped out in 7th and 8th grade. I can still remember the nervousness I felt calling complete strangers and asking them for money, knowing they’d likely not want to speak to me, if they even answered the phone. I also remember how elated I was when someone ended up donating money.

I remember being at this event, feeling shy and intimidated by the task while also feeling supported knowing that my grandmother was chairing it. I felt proud of her and I felt I was meant to be there.

It’s not every day that you have an experience that viscerally shoots you back to the purity of childhood, let alone a cherished event with one’s grandmother.

COLD calls are annoying, but I will take that heart -WARMing blast from the past any day.

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