If you’re anything like me – and well, human – remembering certain things in life can be difficult. I’m particularly bad at remembering the names of people I meet. It’s no offense to them really, but I find myself often paying more attention to the actual activity of meeting people than that one second when they give me their names. I guess that’s just how my memory works — I let my intuition do the work, paying close attention to any clues about who they are, rather than the simple utterances of names.
My inability to remember names came to light when I met a particular executive at Edelman,
a public relations agency I used to work for. His name was Jeff. I
remember it clearly. When we met, he really made me feel like he was
sincerely interested in who I was and that made an impression on me.
From then on, even though I was nobody special at the company and he really had no reason to remember my name, he always made the effort to use my name when greeting me whenever our paths would cross. It was the simplest thing, yet it always managed to brighten my day.
Now, I wish I could say that since meeting him, I make sure to remember all the names of the people I meet. But I still have a retention problem in that area. My senility aside, I can say that I will never forget Jeff’s name. I read somewhere, and forgive me if I mangle it, that people may forget your words, but they’ll never forget how you made them feel. Well, Jeff, I’ll never forget the small effort you made each day – it made a difference to me and gave each person around you a reason to smile.