In the past two weeks, I have been asked by two separate people to write letters of recommendation -- one for a scholarship to Medical School, one for admission to Law School. I was also interviewed by the feds as they investigated one of my best friends so she could get an "I'd tell you but I'd have to kill you" security clearance. I am honored and flattered to do it, and just hope that what I have to say can matter for these people. I've done a few other recommendations in the past (heck, got my favorite copy vendor a $200 bonus based upon a letter I wrote to his boss!!!).

But there is a small part of me that is just absolutely incredulous that little old me is even in a position to be able to help these people. When did I get to be one-and-a-half years our from my TEN YEAR college reunion? A few months out from my five year law school reunion? A professional with an office and a neat-o business card and a secretary and people below me who count on my advice and (alleged) learned counsel? I don't know. I like being in this place, but am also awed by the responsibility.