I read this story a few days ago, and it brought me face-to-face with reality. Take a dip into it. I promise you won’t regret it.
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in
our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to
the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach
the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used
to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device
lived an amazing person – her name was “Information Please” and there
was nothing she did not know. “Information Please” could supply anybody’s number
and the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one
day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the
tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was
terrible, but there didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because
there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing
finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and
dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the
parlor and held it to my ear. “Information Please,” I said into the mouthpiece
just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into
“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily
enough now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me.” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.
“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could. “Then chip off
a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her
for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She
helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the
park just he day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called
“Information Please” and told her the sad story. She listened, then
said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked
her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to
all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul,
always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.” Somehow I
Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please.”
“Information,” said the now familiar voice.
“How do you spell fix?” I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I
was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my
friend very much.
“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I
somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on
the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations
never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I
would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how
patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in
Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15
minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking
what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said,
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well,
I hadn’t planned this but I heard myself saying, “Could you please
tell me how to spell fix?”
There was a long pause. 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 I asked
if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered
I asked for Sally.
“Are you a friend?” She said.
“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
Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Did you say your name
“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you
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. So in your comments, leave me a message. Whose life have you touched today?
Word of the Week
1. a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.
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Simpley the best ! The flow is like wind gust ! Keep itup with good work !
Nice “other worlds to sing in” huh
I guess Sally had to give informations in the other worlds as well.
hmmm lets see…. i have never touched anyones heart cuse they are inside and it would be gross n all…jk
ok lets see:…..none today but maybe tomorrow
N thnx fr the definition also 🙂
This is really awesome.I read it two times,felt good.
Umm…don’t really know if i ever touched other people’s heart in good ways…i think in bad ways yes! because i keep on doing bad stuff…well Awesome articlee…:)
thats so sad 🙁
it really touched my heart 🙂
Hello Dear how ru ? keep mail me
No words but amazing
It’s touchy and awesome.Keep up the good work.
Thiz was an awesome artical it really got to me=D