The last few weekends I’ve done a lot of walking. A LOT of walking. Today, I walked for 3 hours and 45 minutes, and I rang doorbells and knocked on doors at 102 houses.
102. That’s a lot of ringing and knocking. And walking. My Apple Health app tells me I walked over 6 miles. That’s kinda cool.
Something interesting happens when you ring a lot of doorbells. You begin to notice front doors. And doorbells. (Disclaimer – the following pictures are not from the houses I actually visited. They’re random google results).
Some of the doors were impressive. Stout and sturdy.
It really made me think today. Doors are the entryway into someone’s life. And doorbells are like a question or a request to be admitted into someone’s life. We read about opening doors, and new opportunities – when one door closes another opens and all that. But we never think about the request.
The very first door I knocked on a few weeks ago was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I’m not overly outgoing naturally – I have to work at it. So walking up to that first door, and ringing that first doorbell – knowing I was about to ask someone to give me an opportunity to introduce myself – was very nerve-wracking. I got lucky – he was a genuinely nice guy and he put me at ease. The next house was only slightly easier. But today, by the 350th house? You still don’t know what’s behind door #351. But ringing the doorbell isn’t so hard anymore.
I have not yet (knock on wood) encountered anyone mean or grumpy. Everyone’s been all smiles. Sure, some don’t want me sticking around too long – you get a feel for that. But every single person has been nice and polite. And a few even wanted to talk to me and ask me my thoughts.
Doorbells are the beginning.