If you are looking for a COMMUNICATOR that you can count on . . . like a Michael Jordon, who, with the game hanging in the balance, looks up and sees that there are only two seconds left on the game clock, and makes his move. The crowd leaps to their feet standing in suspended slo-mo animation, every heart waiting to be told it can beat again. Jordan slips past a defender, fakes a pass and as smooth as ice cream melting on a hot summer day, slams the ball through the hoop - notifying life on the planet that it can breathe again. Immediately, like an array of daffodils on a warm spring day, life bursts forth in the arena. With Jordan gliding through the air, the sun arrested its westward progression, the birds stopped chirping and every lung in the arena put inhaling on hold. Through the eerie silence, the only noise heard, in all the world, was the swishing sound that ball and net make, just as the buzzer announces game over!
. . . Then I am a great fit as your Communications Specialist!