... after being told that the book would be here yesterday... and after I placed yet another not-so-nice phone call to the publisher... I came home today and found NOTHING on my front porch. I was very sad. I SO wanted to have this book in my hand before I continued on the journey of advertising it to death.
And since folks were beginning to tell me that they had ordered the book... I was feeling left out. Everyone was getting their book... BUT ME! How rude is that?
And I stood in our front hallway watching Liz leave for work, wishing upon wishing that I hadn't told anyone that it was out yet.
Suddenly Liz reopened the front door and came back inside. With a package in her hand. Know what she said? "I can't believe you didn't see this on the front porch."
I must've stepped right over it. I was so focused on getting inside to where my book might be that I walked right over that stupid package lying on the ground, in my way. Yeah, that's what must've happened.
I slowly opened the box and I slowly took out the book. I savored every moment. I wanted to remember the feeling.
And I will, but not for the reasons you think.
I will remember this always BECAUSE IT LOOKS WEIRD!!!!!! It isn't the size I expected, the color I expected, the type size I expected nor did I get the reaction I expected from Rick. Nope, sure didn't.
He said, "Where's the word LUPUS on the cover?"
"Rick, it's not about Lupus."
"Well, what's it about?"
"Rick Kahle. And his struggles while he recovered from a Lupus attack."
"Why? I thought it was about Lupus!"
"Rick, it's about prayer. And about your journey back in 1997."
"But I told everyone it's about Lupus."
"READ THE BOOK, RICK! You may be surprised."
"I don't want to. I thought it was about Lupus."
Hmmmm, you'd think that his NAME on the COVER OF THE BOOK would've tipped him off that it was HIS STORY! You'd think he'd have been HAPPY!!!!! Jeesh.
So, Rick is boycotting the book. And I'm boycotting Rick.
It might've been better if Liz had just left the package on the front porch. It might've been better if I'd just stepped on that package there.
And as I sit here typing, I can see Rick in the kitchen, walking by where the book lay... and I can see him peeking at it.
He's a tough audience. But I think I can win him over. Once he sees some of the pictures of himself in the book.