Monday, May 18, 2015


I get written on, handed over, traded and sometimes pulled out of a fish bowl. 

I sit there with friends on a desk, just waiting for the opportunity to be of service.  

I am a business card.  

I help to remind people of my owner when they are not around.   I relieve you from the exertion of memorizing, yet my presence quickly recalls the details of my owner’s merits and availability.   

I share contact information when I am needed, acting as the bridge between a need and a solution.

I am not forgettable.  I am not a bump of a phone or a transfer of a file that will soon be lost in the digital mists.

What I am is a Business Card.  

A tangible memory worth saving.   

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