Over the past few days I’ve gotten a boatload of emails and comments. I read every one. I have tried to keep up with answering, but know I’ve come up short. Earlier I wrote about touching people’s lives and being in their memories. Then I got this.
I am a senior in high school and, to be completely honest, I don’t often watch your weather forecast. But I saw the story in the Register, joined the Facebook group, visited your blog, and was immediately impressed. This is not because I am a science geek, for I am not. This is not because I am interested in journalism, for I am not. This is simply because your writing oozed personality and character, and I recognized that this is something that is increasingly rare. Then, when I watched you apologize for a simple forecast, I knew immediately that you will become one of the people I will look to when shaping my adult life. Heck, you already are.
I am sitting here writing this email with glassy eyes, though I will not pretend to be able to imagine what’s going through your head. I am not angry at anyone, and I am sure weather.com will still tell me weather (get it?) to wear a jacket or a speedo. But one thing is for sure; starting in February, television will be a little less classy.
This is going to sound weird but I’ve got no pain from what I’m going through because of emails like this. I’m speechless.