Has Making a Phone Call Changed Your Life??

Here is a story for you all that i found to have a powerful message to anyone that has lost someone close to them :')

I remember when i was young, i was fascinated with phones, i was always dialling randoms numbers, and ringing people. One day, I found  an amazing person, her name was "Information Please" There was nothing that she did not know. She was my saviour. 

My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbour  Amusing myself in the tool shed, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible but there wasn't any point  in crying because there was no one home to give me sympathy.  I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, when i arrived in the kitchen. The telephone! Quickly, i grabbed a chair so i could reach the phone. Climbing up, I unhooked the hand piece and held it to my ear. "Information, Please," I said into Phone. 
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear, "Information."
"I hurt my finger," I cried into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an someone to give me sympathy.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me." I said
"Are you bleeding?" Information asked.
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open your freezer?" she asked.
I said I could. "Then grab 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 the 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 inconsolable.  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." And somehow I felt better.  


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 nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.


As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and uncertainty 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 little boy. 

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 on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking
what I was doing, I dialed 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. 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, "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 has been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." 



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?

Be Happy & Be Inspired & Be Kind To One Another