Надежда Никифоровна Рогожина, проректор по международным программам, зав. кафедрой лингвистики и межъязыковой коммуникации Самарского Муниципального Университета Наяновой, кандидат педагогических наук, доцент.
Dear Readers,
Last time I was telling about the Heartwarmer4u web site and the conference in Niagara-on-the Lake (Canada) I happened to visit. I met interesting people there, each of them deserves to be mentioned, but today I am going to introduce two wonderful people: Azriela Jaffe, the editor of the Heartwarmers4u book and one of the authors, Joe Edwards (see the picture).
Azriela was the one who inspired me to continue writing and one of my stories was published in “Create Your Own Luck” newsletter also edited by her. In this newsletter the people share their stories dedicated to helping to attract more good fortune into life, love and work.
Azriela proved to be a very caring person, I had to go away from the conference by a late coach and she went to see me off and was staying with me till the coach came.
A book compiled by her was published quite recently and I am happy to introduce it to you:
“Half Full: 40 Inspiring Stories of Optimism, Hope, and Faith”, a collection of true stories from which you can draw strength and inspiration.
Here’s a sample:
Layota Maddox, an impoverished, disabled black girl abandoned by her mother and raised in foster care. Wheelchair bound with no use of any joints in her body except her neck, she writes out her story with a pencil in her mouth poking at a computer keyboard.
Rise Kittle, single parent to four boys of her own, agrees to adopt three girls who are suddenly orphaned when their mother shoots and kills their father, and then herself, in front of them. All her life she had wanted to raise girls. This wasn’t how she expected it to happen, but she welcomes her new girls with an open heart.
Ronda Stump, who watches in horror as her rental home burns to the ground shortly after her wedding. But horror turns to joy when she discovers that through a fluke her wedding gown miraculously survives the fire. Word spreads, and the community outpouring is so tremendous, that Ronda and her beloved are able to build a home of their own.
Theresa Blume, a deaf woman whose disability enhances her life, much to the surprise of those around her. She describes how beautiful the world smells to her, how her relationships are more intimate because she has to look at people in the eyes and read their lips, and their hearts, and how she hears when her prayers are answered because she isn’t distracted by the noise of the world.
This is the story by Joe Edwards , who passed away not long ago. He started writing stories late but became one of the most interesting authors of the Heartwarmers community.
Edward changed many professions in life, but at the very start he was an English teacher. This was his first story.
Many years ago, when I was a young man in my twenties, I worked as a salesman for a St. Louis piano company. We sold our pianos all over the state by advertising in small town newspapers and then, when we had received sufficient replies, we would load our little trucks, drive into the area and sell the pianos to those who had replied.
Every time we would advertise in the cotton country of Southeast Missouri, we would receive a reply on a postcard which said, in effect, “Please bring me a new piano for my little granddaughter. It must be red mahogany. I can pay $10 a month with my egg money.”
The old lady scrawled on and on and on that postcard until she filled it up, then turned it over and even wrote on the front – around and around the edges until there was barely room for the address.
Of course, we could not sell a new piano for $10 a month. No finance company would carry a contract with payments that small, so we ignored her postcards.
One day, however, I happened to be in that area calling on other replies, and out of curiosity I decided to look the old lady up. I found pretty much what I expected: The old lady lived in a one room sharecroppers1 cabin in the middle of a cotton field.
The cabin had a dirt floor and there were chickens in the house.
Obviously, the old lady could not have qualified to purchase anything on credit – no car, no phone, no real job, nothing but a roof over her head and not a very good one at that. I could see daylight through it in several places. Her little granddaughter was about 10, barefoot and wearing a feedsack2 dress.
I explained to the old lady that we could not sell a new piano for $10 a month and that she should stop writing to us every time she saw our ad.
I drove away heartsick, but my advice had no effect – she still sent us the same post card every six weeks. Always wanting a new piano, red mahogany, please, and swearing she would never miss a $10 payment. It was sad.
A couple of years later, I owned my own piano company, and when I advertised in that area, the postcards started coming to me. For months, I ignored them – what else could I do?
But then, one day when I was in the area something came over me. I had a red mahogany piano on my little truck. Despite knowing that I was about to make a terrible business decision, I delivered the piano to her and told her I would carry the contract myself at $10 a month with no interest, and that would mean 52 payments. I took the new piano in the house and placed it where I thought the roof would be least likely to rain on it. I admonished her and the little girl to try to keep the chickens off of it, and I left – sure I had just thrown away a new piano.
But the payments came in, all 52 of them as agreed – sometimes with coins taped to a 3x5 inch card in the envelope. It was incredible!
So, I put the incident out of my mind for 20 years.
Then one day I was in Memphis on other business, and after dinner at the Holiday Inn on the Levee, I went into the lounge. As I was sitting at the bar having an after dinner drink, I heard the most beautiful piano music behind me. I looked around, and there was a lovely young woman playing a very nice grand piano.
Being a pianist of some ability myself, I was stunned by her virtuosity, and I picked up my drink and moved to a table beside her where I could listen and watch. She smiled at me, asked for requests, and when she took a break she sat down at my table.
“Aren’t you the man who sold my grandma a piano a long time ago?”
It didn’t ring a bell3, so I asked her to explain.
She started to tell me, and I suddenly remembered. My Lord, it was her! It was the little barefoot girl in the feedsack dress!
She told me her name was Elise and since her grandmother couldn’t afford to pay for lessons, she had learned to play by listening to the radio. She said she had started to play in church where she and her grandmother had to walk over two miles, and that she had then played in school, had won many awards and a music scholarship. She had married an attorney in Memphis and he had bought her that beautiful grand piano she was playing.
Something else entered my mind. “Elise,” I asked, “It’s a little dark in here. What color is that piano?”
“It’s red mahogany,” she said, “Why?”
I couldn’t speak.
Did she understand the significance of the red mahogany? The unbelievable audacity of her grandmother insisting on a red mahogany piano when no one in his right mind would have sold her a piano of any kind? I think not.
And then the marvelous accomplishment of that beautiful, terribly underprivileged child in the feedsack dress? No, I’m sure she didn’t understand that either.
But I did, and my throat tightened.
Finally, I found my voice. “I just wondered,” I said. “I’m proud of you, but I have to go to my room.”
And I did have to go to my room, because men don’t like to be seen crying in public.
— Joe Edwards
1 sharecropper – (амер.) издольщик (фермер, который платит за аренду частью урожая) 2 feedsack – мешок (для сельхозпродуктов) 3 It didn‘t ring a bell – это ничего не вызвало в памяти
Надежда Никифоровна Рогожина, проректор по международным программам, зав. кафедрой лингвистики и межъязыковой коммуникации Самарского Муниципального Университета Наяновой, кандидат педагогических наук, доцент.
