A closed door re-opens

by Jeremy Askew—Michigan

I knocked on a door and the homeowner closed his door on me mid-rap. Somehow, Curtis (a fellow canvasser) ended up talking to the same guy. The guy calls for me by name: “Jeremy!” he yells, “Come back here a sec.” When I get there, he says, “I’m sorry I wasn’t listening earlier, I shouldn’t have been so short with you.” I tell him it was no big deal and he takes my clipboard and signs up as a member. He didn’t pay any dues, but he showed a lot of decency and made me appreciate more of what I do.

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