You made my day, Teresa.

Teresa Tritch. I like you. Though I’ve only talked to you twice. For a few minutes. On the telephone. Yesterday. I met you by accident.  I was calling the New York Times. To inquire. About why my subscription to the Times was canceled. While I was away. On vacation. I wanted to get the matter straightened out. Because I love my New York Times. I wanted  the papers waiting for me when I returned.  A whole week (of the Times) was missing. Anyway, some way, some how, I got your voice mail. So I left a message. Thinking you were in the Times’ circulation department. Turns out, you are an editorial writer. And that you write a blog. A darn good one.  About economic issues and tax policies. Instead of ignoring my call. You returned it. We chatted. And you went out of your way. To personally help me. By becoming my personal emissary at the New York Times. You helped me get the problem solved. And later, you called me back, to double check. To see if everything was all right. Indeed, it was. Thanks to you.  I am pleasantly amazed. In this day and age. To find someone like you.  A human being, who really cares. About a stranger’s plight. Little as it may be. You made my day, Teresa. Because I discovered you. –Jim Broede