A story about friendship

To all the friends, the story of the Companions of friendship.

Hoping to inspire a positive.

Sincerely,

Joshua.

Telephone Operator

When I was very small, dad already has a telephone in our house. This is the telephone early days, it is black, posting on the wall, and if you want to contact the operator, we have to play a round and get connected with other telephone number.

The operator will connect manually.

In a short time, I found that, if the round played, a voice was friendly, sweet, will say:

"Operator" And the operator is omniscient.

He knew all the phone numbers of others. He knew the restaurant telephone numbers, hospitals, telephone numbers and even a cake shop on the edge of town.

First experience with the operator happens when no one at home and my left thumb stuck door. I swirled in pain and put your thumb into the mouth tatakala I remember ... the operator! !

I immediately turn the player and waited for his voice splint.

"Here the operator ..."

"My Thumb kejepit door ..." I said, crying. Now the emotion can be overwhelming, because there is listening.

"Is your mother home?" He asked.

"No one"

"Is your thumb bleeding?"

"No, just the color red, and once sakiiit"

"Can you open the refrigerator?" He asked.

"Yes, go up on the bench"

"Take a piece of ice and stick it on your thumb ...."

Since then I always menelephone operator if need anything. Time can not answer questions earth science, what name the capital of a country. Ask about mathematics. He also explained that the squirrels that I caught to be used as pets, eat nuts or fruit.

One day, my pet bird died. I call the operator and reported the news of this grief.

He listened to all complaints, then uttered the usual entertainment word expressed an adult to a child who is sad. But my condolences too besar.Saya asked: "Why the smart birds singing and the cause of joy is now lying motionless in his cage?"

He said slowly: "Because he is now singing in another world ...."

These words - guns know how - to calm me. Next time I phone him again.

"Here the operator"

"How do you spell the word Kukuruyuk?"

This event lasted until I was 9 years old.

Our whole family then moved another city. I really miss "Here the operator"

I grew to be teenagers, and young children, and childhood memories I always enjoy.How this woman's temper. How full of understanding and willing to serve young children.

Several years later, when a student, I study trip to the city of origin. Soon after I arrived, I called up the office telephone and ask for the "operator"

"Here the operator" sound the same.

The same hospitality.

I asked: "Can guns misspelled word Kukuruyuk"

There was a pause. Then there is the question: "who kejepit door thumb has healed you?"

I laughed. "It's you ... Well time went by so fast ya."

I also explained how I thank you for all the talk as a child. I always enjoyed it. He said serious: "I enjoyed talking with you. I'm always waiting for you waiting for call "

I tell you that, he occupies a special place in my heart. I asked what may be called her again next time.

"Sure, my name is Saly"

Three months later I went back to hometown. Telephone operators.

Sounds very different and foreign.

I asked to speak to an operator whose name is Saly.

The voice asked "Are you his friend?"

"My very old friend."

"Sorry to preach this, Saly last few years working part time because of illness sickly, and she died five weeks ago ...."

Before I put the telephone, a voice suddenly asked:

"Excuse me, are you named Paul?"

"Yes"

"Saly leave a message for you. He wrote it on a piece of paper, briefly yes .... "

He then read out the message Saly:

"Tell Paul, that He sing NOW IN ANOTHER WORLD ... Paul will understand these words ...."

I hung up the telephone.

I know what you mean Saly.

"Congratulations to sing in another world, Sally, my best friend, a telephone operator who for me is second to none in this world", I said to myself.

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