I forget this magnet is on my car.
I’ll be inside the car and someone will ask or walk out from inside a store with a curious look on their face. “What’s that mean?” It always takes me a second to realize what they’re talking about since I can’t see the sign from inside the car.
Like when someone says, “I like your earrings,” but you feel your ear because you can’t remember which ones you put on that day.
After my “what are they talking about?” pause, I notice their gaze and I remember the sign.
Then I tell them it’s a site about suicide, addiction, mental illness and grief. I tell them about Charles–the 10 second version. And I then explain that is what it says it is, emotionally naked stories. Stories that are intentional, raw and real about subjects we’ve brushed under the rug for too long.
Then they’ll share something with me. A story about their family and how someone they know and love has suffered. They connect. They talk. Complete strangers talking about taboo subjects and without even knowing each others names.
All from a magnet sign. Best forty bucks I ever invested.