I was sitting in my little office, enjoying the music coming from my speakers when someone came up and asked me if I was the same person that she just read about in a local paper called Blank.
I had no idea what she was talking about, so she explained that someone wrote an article about how I helped give them their start in journalism.
I had to see this article!
She brought the paper down to me, and I read the article and immediately remembered who this was.
I had been covering the Knoxville Ice Bears home games for a local Seymour newspaper. It was 1st intermission and my brother and I were outside having a smoke. Someone came up to me and asked for a cigarette. I gave him one and he noticed my press pass hanging around my neck. We struck up a conversation about journalism and sports writing and then it was time to get back to the game. I asked him for his number, in case we ever needed some help at the paper and he gave it to me. I called him a few months later about helping out and he started to do some casual sports writing for us.
I eventually left the paper due to personal reasoning but continued to keep in contact with him for another year. I hadn't heard from him in ages until I read this article. This guy who gave out his number to someone who bummed him a cigarette has taken the oppurtunity given to him and ran with it all the way to his own paper.
There are some days when your past makes you proud. Today, I am the happiest man in Knoxville.
Now I am asking him for a job. :-P