The number you dialed

When I got home, there were hundreds of messages on my machine.
One by one, people congratulating me. Way to go. You did it.
It felt good, but I had no idea what they were congratulating me for.
Nobody actually said what it was.
Just congratulations. Well done. You finally made it.
And then came the condolences.
Oh, we’re so sorry. It will be okay. Better luck next time.
Some people were crying, begging for me to call them back to let them know I’m alright.
The next morning, I had my number changed, and I went back to work.

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