Tell My Story
Information Please Part 3
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A few years later, on my way west to college, my
plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so in between
flights. I spent fifteen minutes on the phone with my sister,
who now lives there. Then without thinking what I was doing,
I dialled my hometown operator and said, "Information, Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, "Information."
I hadn't planned this but I heard myself saying, "Could you
please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause and then came the soft spoken answer, "I
guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed.
"So it's really still you," I said.
"I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during
that time."
"I wonder…" she said,
"…if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never
had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and asked
if I could call her again when I am back to visit my sister.
"Please do." she said.
"Just ask for Sally."
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Three months later, I was back in Seattle.
A different voice answered, "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" She asked.
"Yes, a very old friend." I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this." she
said.
"Sally had been working part-time the last few
years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
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Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you
say your name was Paul?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in
case you called. Let me read it to you."
The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds
to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate
the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched
today?
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