Today my cell phone rang at about 1:30 p.m. I will never forget that moment. I had just finished lunch and was talking with my 26 year-old son who was visiting from Texas. As I reached for my phone, I jokingly said, "Must be St. Martins calling."
I flipped open my phone and, as always, glanced at the screen before pressing Talk. I didn't recognize the number, but my phone did... NEW YORK.
Oh my God... It's them... My mind raced. They only call if it's good news...
I cleared my throat, pressed Talk, and then placed the phone to my ear. "Hello..." I said, trying to sound upbeat and interesting. "This is Mike Coe." I never give my name. What was I thinking?
The man's voice on the other end sounded professional; almost like you would expect an editor or someone in management at a major New York publishing house to sound.
But... It was the wrong number.
What are the chances?
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