How a waitress from Buffalo got me started on my Story Coaching path

"You've gotta try the wings here, babe."

My husband was adamant. The chicken wings at The Anchor Bar in Buffalo, NY were world-famous. In fact, the term "Buffalo Wings" had originated right here in this very bar.

It was a no-brainer. I closed my plastic menu, happy the decision was made.

Across the room, our server chatted easily with other customers as she made her way to our table, weaving her way expertly through maze of wooden tables and chairs.

She was chewing gum -- was that Juicy Fruit I smelled?

Her name was Sheila I noticed from her nametag. She approached us with a quick grin and a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Well, hey there," she greeted us easily. "What's your story, Morning Glory?"

That first meal of authentic Buffalo chicken wings is dim today, buried somewhere in my mental archive.

But I never forgot that greeting. It jolted me awake.

"What's your story, Morning Glory?"

What WAS my story? And why was Sheila so interested in it?

I jotted down the question in my journal that day. It echoed in my ears for weeks afterward.

"What's your story, Morning Glory?"

For years afterward, it rattled around inside my brain like a lost marble.

"What's your story, Morning Glory?"

The truth, I finally came to realize, is that we all have a story. And Sheila knew it.

What's more, people want to hear our story -- no matter how boring or messy or insignificant we think it is.

"What's your story, Morning Glory?"

The world is waiting to hear it.