For a while I thought I wasn't going to be able to link up with the Six Sentence Story blog hop this week, but this morning I thought of something I might share.
To say that I had reservations about making the reservation is saying it mildly. When I was in high school, I attended a Business Club meeting and was asked to make a reservation at one of the few restaurants in town that had a nice banquet room. The club held a banquet each year at the end of the school year. The reasons seem lame now as to why I didn't sometime during the following month make the personal contact I'd been asked to do. My natural reserved nature made that task seem almost insurmountable, so I just put the assignment far back in my mind where I wouldn't have to face it. It was a painful lesson, seeing the disappointment of my classmates when the club had a follow-up meeting a month later and they learned that my inertia made it impossible by then to reserve the needed room.
Without reservation I learned at an early age, the hard way, the important lesson that through action or inaction one person can have a powerful impact on the course of events.