Collecting autographs can be fun but often a daunting challenge if you are a bit shy about asking.
Even more fun as an author to be asked!
Today’s video is an incredible story of a man who traveled the world and collected 50,000 signatures … in one large book. Wow!
What I Am Looking For (Lynette Eason)
Barb and I were there one day,
talking ’bout things global
o’er coffee in the bright café
of our local Barnes and Noble
when a lady at a nearby seat
quite sadly told her child
that she’d likely never meet
an author in the wild.
Barb said, “Here’s one! Download his book,
called ‘Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart’,
and if you care to take a look,
you’ll find it quite the work of art.”
She did, Barb got a Sharpie loan,
and I autographed the lady’s phone.
Andrew, that’s so amazing! It made me smile. Thanks for providing another one.
Susan, thank YOU.
It was a magical experience.
Twas a good book, Andrew!
Since made of same flesh and blood as I,
And live in private much the same,
I let the chances pass me by,
And gave them space to wear their names.
Created from the earth are we,
And to the earth return one day.
No sovereign, actor, pres’dent, king
Will find me asking for his name.
UNLESS he’s made a mark on earth
By wealth or song or simple gifts,
to lift my lot, my mind, my worth,
And most of all my life’s last breath.
When I traveled years ago in a singing group a young teen asked me to sign his Bible. I wish I had known how to say what I’d say now. “Only one life, ’twill soon be past. Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Gordon, this really moved me.
While living in Southern California I met and worked with many movie and TV celebrities. I asked only one for his autograph.
I was tending a friend’s booth at the Renaissance Faire in the 1980’s. Before the festival opened, TV personality John Davidson, a participant who shared a booth with his wife, asked to see our product: hand made walking sticks made from exotic woods. I spent half an hour handing him sticks he tested, sweated on and handed back. Finally, he said, “Well, I won’t be buying one but I do have this for you,” and he handed me the sticky wrapper from the ice cream bar he’d been enjoying. “Will you sign it?” I asked.
He didn’t and I tossed it into the trash.
Wow! And anybody could do that!