Yesterday afternoon, I got a call from Bill McGarvey, editor-in-chief of
Busted Halo (where "Almost Holy #3" will be appearing shortly) with word that the Trusty Ticker had surpassed a million visitors.
That's right, friends: in little over a year,
Whispers hit seven figures and everything's still standing. So far, at least.
It's a bloody miracle.
Seriously, though, I just want to take this moment to say a heartfelt thanks to all of you who, each in your own way, have made that number and these pages possible. While it's beyond question that, if ever there were one, this is one big freak of nature experience, being at the center of the storm is the joy and grace it is solely because of the gift of all of you, which never ceases to astonish and humble me.
I learn more from, and am continually challenged more by, this readership than I've ever learned or been challenged in my life. Thank you, and may its blessings show. Though I'm woefully bad at getting back to the e.mails and even worse at staying as on top of things as I should, the support, encouragement, patience, kindness upon kindness, helpful critiques, information, candor, sheer savagery, examples of goodness and profiles in courage so many of you have gifted me with over time mean the world, all day, every day.
I've always told you all that these pages are only as good as their readership. Usually in spite of the writer, what has unfolded has been, in a word, amazing. It's been a bit of work on my part, sure, but I'm keenly aware that the credit is not mine to claim. "Success has many fathers..." the old saying goes -- and in this case, that's especially true. Not to mention bishops, mothers, brothers, sisters, and friends. And my aunt and uncle.
Earlier in the day, a friend in the Curia checked in, opining that "It's time to give it up while you are ahead!"
He might just be onto something.... Many of you know that, if I had my way, I would've folded ages ago and disappeared to a comfortable, quiet desk job slaving away for The Man so I could actually pay my bills. Then again, I learned early on that if you want to make God laugh, you tell him your plans -- and there's no way any of this could've been planned any better or more fun than it's turned out: errors, faults, foibles and all.
Again, all thanks for your understanding and patience.
One last thought. For those of you who work in or keep an interest in the sciences, I've gotta apologize. As a student, I mixed with them as well as oil does with water. To the point of having to take my alma mater's Quantitative Studies requirement three