I went for lunch with an old friend a while ago.
We started chatting about the old days, and he mentioned a night 25 years ago when I had invited him over to watch a favourite movie with me.
He told me how that night he felt like it was his chance to “start something” with me, but he never did.
He went on to explain how he sat on the floor during the movie while I sat on the couch, and shortly after the movie was over he went home.
I would say I was oblivious to anything, and in hearing about it, it seems like a regular night among friends to me…in fact I don’t remember the night at all anymore.
But it became a defining moment for him.
From that moment on he promised himself he would never again not try, not say something, not give it a shot.
He credits that moment to a large part of who he is today.
For 25 years I didn’t have a clue that I had played a role.
I am so glad we reconnected, and that he said told me the story.
We just never know how what we do, or don’t do, affects other people journeys.
But I feel honoured to know that I did… even if my role was being oblivious.
Have you told your stories to the people who changed you?