A MESSAGE

There was a note on the call-board with my name on it.
When I unpinned it from the cork-board and opened it were simply the words, "Call this number."
Followed by seven digits.
I was both intrigued and amused.
Yeah, right.
This was before cell phones.
But, I actually had a phone in my dressing room.
Call a stranger?
I don't think so.
I crumpled it up and threw it away.
Forgot it.
A couple days later another note with my name appears on the call-board.
"Call this Number!"
The exclamation point caught my attention.
Here's the thing.
At my core I'm utterly shy.
But there was that exclamation point.
So in a moment of whimsy I called the number from the phone in my dressing room.
"Hello?"
"Hi. I'm Greg Stone. I've been asked to call this number."
"OH! Hello!" She responded. "Thank you for calling. I saw your show on Thursday night..."
"There's something I think you should know," She said.
"Okay?"
"Ummmm okay...early on my son was diagnosed autistic and every night I'd sing "Bring Him Home" when I put him to bed and...well he's 10 now, and HE's BACK! I just want you to know the power of that song."
That night might be the worst vocal rendition of the song I'd ever given.
Might have been the best.