Have I Seen You Before?
I didn’t realize how common, familiar or recognizable my face was until my mission. People allowed me to enter their homes when they thought I was somebody else. “Oh, you are not my niece, Pam,” one woman said after she let me in and then read my name tag. I predicted that she and her niece must not have been that close. I’ve had people seek me out to ask me questions or confide their entire life-history to me as though there was a neon sign on my head that said, “Please, tell me your life story. Share all your woes with me.” It didn’t seem to matter if I was looking at a book or engaged in another conversation. People would horn in on my territory and pounce on me. I hadn...