Phoenix—November 27, 2009 my life is about to take an unexpected turn. It’s a Friday morning; my brothers and cousin are watching Star Trek. I’m sitting in the sofa putting the last touches on my letter of intent and resume. I had gotten the edits from Lisa a day or two earlier, now I had the old and too familiar feeling of a deadline breathing down my neck.
I read line by line, making sure “there” isn’t “their” and “whether” isn’t “weather.”
I pace around the living room, go upstairs come down stairs, grab a snack, pacing, back and forth—“Is it ready?” “Do I have a shot?”
Send
Half-hour later my nerves ease up a bit. I realize I’m back to being me again. My phone goes off….
“202….”
--Hello this is Charlie Ericksen…
(Holy crap)
“…We would like to schedule an interview with you later today…”
The interview came and went.
24 hours later I’m coming home from Sahuaro Park dreading the rain because it cancelled a soccer game—one that took two trips to get to with no game ever taking place.
I’m driving back looking at the cloudy horizon on the 101 North. What a sight.
My phone rings…
“202…”
--We just got done checking your sources…you are the type of person we want to be working for us this spring…
My life hasn’t been this good,
What would have happened if I played soccer? Perfection perhaps.
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