A Rose by any other Name

The Name Game-- When Frank tried to remove it from Door 221, I said, Nah, leave it there, don't need it!! Then Connie told me she had saved it for me, I thought okay, might want it someday- When she told me the building manager, henceforth known as H, told her I couldn't have it, they recycle the letters, well- the hairs on my chin stood up and that monster righteous indignation kicked in- How dare he tell me I can't have my own name!!! In my mind I had already composed a scathing letter to his superior, outlining all his past Napoleanic tirades, blah blah blah- A tiny voice in my head said slow down before you make a fool of yourself and get it from the tyrant's mouth- then act- So I call the secretary and ask to speak to H- she said he was on another line and would call me back- I wait- fury mounting- ready for a showdown, no fears of retaliation, when phone rings- Meadowfields school on display- it was the principal D, returning my call, what could he do for me? Somehow the secretary inadvertently thought I wanted to speak to D- so I related the problem- D is the consummate peace maker and defuser of explosive situations- has to be with over 500 students, their parents, and staff----all thinking their own particular problems are alone worthy of his immediate attention!! In his cheerful voice, he tells me, no problem, if I want it I can have it, but they will have to buy a new plate, as the nameplates are not supplied free by our photo co.- My indignation deflated, like a too filled balloon, and suddenly, I could care less about the name, and was so grateful to my "guardian angel" for the miscommunication about who I wished a call back from-- Once again, saved from myself!!! Gotta tame that beast inside- don't sweat the small stuff- and sometimes miscommunications can be a Godsend- except of course for the one resulting in the 4 am phone call- another story another day- Then I read Mikki's post and felt totally humbled- remember, I didn't want the name to begin with!!!