You called and we talked soon after I came to the church in July.
You are a retired teacher, a lover of books and words. We talked about teaching and writing and you said you were keeping safe during this pandemic. We wondered when we would have the chance to meet, and agreed we just didn’t know. Meantime, you said that if there was anything you could do, any help I needed, to just let you know.
I promised I would get back in touch with you because I would surely need your help, once I got settled into a routine and got organized a bit. I explained that I write a lot, often on short deadlines, and their are tines eye kneed riding help because I tend not to have time to edit out embarrassing mistakes :-).
You said you would be glad to help. When our conversation ended I was relieved to have found a person I could call on at the last minute to help with this work.
But then forgot your name.
I know; I know: I should have written it down! Maybe I did write it down?
Anyway, I am sorry to confess that though I remember you, I can’t recall your name.
If you would kindly call again, or send me an email, I promise I will remember your name this time, because I am ready for some riding help.
Yours in Christ,