|Ring! Ring! Ring!|
Mr. Bell called today. Once I convinced him I was not Mr. Watson, that I most certainly could not "come here" to the year 1876 and that I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or flustered at his confession of "I want you", he told me to share these words with you all and for you to heed them for your writing and reading spirits, hearts and minds:
"When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us."