You Don't Know Me

A few years ago my mother-in-law went to Washington D.C. and brought me back this t-shirt. It's been a joke between us for a while that no one knows who I am. It seems like everywhere Jason and I go he finds someone he knows while no one ever recognizes me. We've been in Disneyland and run into people he knows. Last year at the Boston Marathon we were at the expo and a runner knew him. Sometimes it is patients, colleagues, friends, acquaintances, but for some reason someone always recognizes him. Maybe it is his occupation; more likely it is his outgoing personality. Jason claims it is his hair. (No one forgets hair like that!) When we were flying home from Italy last year I joked with Jason that I had finally taken him far enough from home that we didn't bump into anyone that knew him. No sooner had we landed on U.S. soil than an old high school teammate ran up to talk to him at the airport still across the country from home.

Yesterday that turned into an advantage for me. I had just gotten home from church when the phone rang. It was the stake president asking for Jason. He asked him to speak at stake conference in a couple weeks. I commented to Jason that no one in the stake presidency even knows who I am. Public speaking happens to be way up there on my list of things I hate. So in two weeks when Jason is giving his talk I get to enjoy sitting in the audience not being recognized by anyone!