The Stories We Carry
It was a cold, December evening in Uptown New York. My newborn daughter had just been rushed to the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) and, having not eaten in 12 hours, I was outside the hospital grabbing food for my wife and I (my daughter is good to go now). Walking, or perhaps wandering, the sidewalk in a daze of paradoxical emotions – pure joy and pure fear – I suppose the only word for what I was feeling was “broken.”
I looked up to find a typical New-Yorker-in-a-suit barreling towards me. Had I not jumped out of the way he probably would have walked right over me. My first reaction: “Jack ass. If you had any idea what I’m going through…”
Then it hit me: What if he’s going through the same thing? What if he is rushing to the hospital to visit a loved one? Rushing home for a birthday party? Rushing to a friends house who has just called him in desperation? Furthermore, how often do I do the same thing? How often do I barrel down a street unaware – and mostly uncaring – of the stories unfolding around me?
Every one of us carries a story.
Man do we in the advertising industry forget that (myself included). We call huge demographics of people “consumers” – as if their reason for existence is to consume. We convince ourselves that if we craft the right message it will be an unstoppable force in someone’s day. And we so often forget/ignore that at any given moment our “target” might be a new dad who just watched his newborn being taken to the NICU.
These are real people we’re talking about. Real people that can’t always be summarized in data points; real people who often make decisions not based on how we want them to feel, but how they already feel when they encounter our work.
Anyhow, I’m just pondering how this thought changes my every day, how it changes my work. I could write about the need for multiple touch points, the importance of understanding need-states, the role of timing in messaging, how mobile can help, blah blah blah; but I’ve decided to start small and not overtax my small brain. I’ve decided that a good place to start after all this pondering is to ensure that how I speak and write recognizes – or at least doesn’t blind me to the fact – that every one of us carries a story.
“Speech is the mirror of the soul; as a man speaks, so he is.” Publilius Syrus



