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Many yeas ago I worked in an office with large windows facing a busy overpass. I was standing by one of those windows one day when a woman in a passing car looked up and made eye contact. Naturally, I waved.
Many yeas ago I worked in an office with large windows facing a busy overpass. I was standing by one of those windows one day when a woman in a passing car looked up and made eye contact. Naturally, I waved. That was the beginning. For the next twelve months, when things were slow, I would stand in the window and wave at the passengers who looked up. The strange looks made me laugh and stress was washed away. Late afternoon was the best timeーrush-hour traffic filled the overpass with cars and buses.
There was a man with construction truck who would turn on his flashing-yellow light and return my wave. But my favorite was the bus from the docks that passed my window at 4:40 p.m. It carried the same group every day, and they became my biggest fans. I made signs:“Hi,”“Hello,”“Be Happy!”and posted them in the window and waved. I created hats from paper and file-folders, made faces, stuck out my tongue, and once went into the walkway over the street and danced wile co-workers pointed to let my fans know I was there.
Christmas approached, and job cuts were announced. Several of my co-workers would lose their jobs, and everyone was feeling low. Stress in the office reached a high. A miracle was needed to repair the damage caused by the announcements. While working a night shift, a red lab jacket atacted my attention. I picked it up and turned it in my hands. In a back corner where packing material was kept, i used my imagination and cut thin, white sheets of cloth-like foam into strips. A box of foam packing and strips of tape became Santa’S beard and a red file-folder became a cone-shaped hat.
The next workday I hid from my co-workers, slipped into the costume, walked bravely to my desk, and imitated Santa’s chuckle, as they gathered around me laughing. It was the first time I had seen them smile in weeks. The bus crowd waved wildly, and little children smiled at the strange Santa. My heart was full of the season, and for a few minutes each day we could forget the loss of jobs. I didn’t know it then, but a bond was forming between my fans and me. It wasn’t until the sprig following the Santa act that I discovered how close we had become.
My wife and I were expecting our first child that spring, and I wanted the world to know. Less than a month before the birth I posted a sigh in the window, “25 DAYS UNTIL B DAY.” My fans passed and shrugged their shoulders. Each day the number dropped, and the passing people grew more confused. Our day a sigh appeared in the bus, “What is B DAY?” Ten days before the expected date the sigh in the window read, “10 DAYS UNTIL BA−DAY.”Still the people wondered. The next day it read,“9 DAYS UNTIL BAB−DAY,”then“8 DAYS UNTIL BABY DAY.”and my fans finally knew what was happening. By then, my following had grown to include twenty or thirty different buses and cars. Excitement grew as the number decreased. The count reached“zero”without an announcement. The next day the sigh read,“BABY DAY 1 DAY LATE.”
Each day the number changed and the interest from passing cars grew. My wife was fourteen days overdue and the next morning our daughter was born. My co-workers were ready with a banner posted in the window: “IT’S A GIRL!” Finally, the bus from the docks made its turn onto the overpass and began to climb the hill. The bus was directly in front of me when it stopped dead in heavy traffic, and every person on board stood with their hands in the air. Emotion choked my breathing as I watched the display of celebration for my new daughter. Then it happened: a sign popped half the length of the bus,“CONGRATULATIONS!” Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as the bus slowly resumed its journey. My daughter had been born fourteen days late. Those people must have carried that sigh, unrolled, on the bus for at least two weeks. Every day they had unrolled it and then rolled it back up. On my daughter’s birthday I always remember the special gift they gave me.
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