My name
According to names.whitepages.com, there are 555 people with my name combination living in the United States (8 in the state I reside). LinkedIn returned 894 results. I think these are low figures as I know another person with my name in the same city as me in our state and the populations represented on these online communities are not 100% of the living population. I used to look at the phonebook whenever I moved to count how many people share my name in that area.
At work, for a couple of years I received calls from Ireland after they hired someone there with my name. The calls actually came after he left the company and calls misdirected to me instead.
My favorite name confusion was actually freshman year in college. I was awoken from a nap by someone from the administration providing details for me to give my speech to the freshman class on ethics. I listened and was halfway into the confusing conversation before I realized an upperclassman shared my name. Later in college I learned he was a Fulbright Scholar. I still remember the day I received his graded paper before a break. I called the phone number listed for his home and reached his parents. They wanted to know the grade and expressed such disappointment at his 95 that I was relieved to not have the same lofty expectations as he aspired to live up to. I wonder what those parents thought of my meager ambitions and I wonder how differently we ended up.
To date I have not met any of my namesakes. Hopefully the day will come.
At work, for a couple of years I received calls from Ireland after they hired someone there with my name. The calls actually came after he left the company and calls misdirected to me instead.
My favorite name confusion was actually freshman year in college. I was awoken from a nap by someone from the administration providing details for me to give my speech to the freshman class on ethics. I listened and was halfway into the confusing conversation before I realized an upperclassman shared my name. Later in college I learned he was a Fulbright Scholar. I still remember the day I received his graded paper before a break. I called the phone number listed for his home and reached his parents. They wanted to know the grade and expressed such disappointment at his 95 that I was relieved to not have the same lofty expectations as he aspired to live up to. I wonder what those parents thought of my meager ambitions and I wonder how differently we ended up.
To date I have not met any of my namesakes. Hopefully the day will come.
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