I Heard a Whistle...

I was introduced to speak at a casual, friendly, and packed room. The moment came at the end of a three-day retreat where sleep had been inconsistent, and the hours had been long. I was lightly sweaty, wearing wrinkled clothes, and I don’t think I had checked hair and makeup in several hours. Yet, upon standing, I heard the familiar whistle from the back of the room. It touched my ears, and I felt the blush. I smiled outwardly and inwardly at the rush of familiar love and the still pleasant-to-the-ears, flirty behavior.

A colleague remarked, “John’s here.” I quickly responded…