Leave a Footprint

by Delilah

Yesterday a girl in my office got hit by a speeding vehicle while crossing the road just outside of here. She has been with the company for almost 5 years but among a staff of about 120, most of us didn’t even know her name till yesterday.

Then there was that security guard we had for a short while at my old office. He would always greet us heartily every morning, jump up to get the door for ladies and make small talk as we wait for the elevator. In an organization of about 250 employees, everyone knew his name and we still speak of him fondly, many many years after he left.

I like discovering people. It’s like digging into a nice English trifle. Some layers are sweet, some fruity, some melt in your mouth and some are just…vanilla custard.

But depending on circumstances it’s not always possible to indulge in finding out more about people. These days everyone is so busy doing their own thing, who has the time to sit and peel back layers?

If someone fails to intrigue me in a few conversations, chances are that person will involuntarily get labeled in my head as uninteresting. That impression may or may not change with time.

As discriminating or callous as it may sound, it’s the truth. If you want to be known, to be remembered, you’ve got to make a difference. Make your presence felt, leave a footprint.

I still haven’t figured how to do it like the security guard. But I do know that I don’t want to wait till I’m run over by a truck for people to remember my name.