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Anna
Bell was a hundred and five years old when I knew her. She lived at
the Village Christian Apartments where I worked.
On
the bottom floor of one of the buildings there was a large fellowship
hall with attached kitchen for special events. I was sitting next to
Anna Bell during one of these social functions when she turned to me
and said, “Larry, I thought you were 26 years old, but somebody
told me you were 50.”
I
responded, “Well I’m 37.”
But
I got to thinking later, that from her perspective of 105; there
probably wasn’t much difference between 26, 37 or 50.
In
some ways, everything is relative.
So
anyway, one of my jobs there was working a regular Monday–Friday 40
hour work week as assistant maintenance man. I also had the title of
Assistant Manager, but all that really meant was that I was on call
24 hours a day which gave me an apartment to live in on the property.
One
day the main maintenance man came to me and said, “When you get a
chance, go check out Anna Bell’s furnace closet. She claims she’s
hearing a noise in it. I’ve checked it out and I don’t think
there’s anything wrong, but just to make her happy why don’t you
go take a look too.”
A
little bit later I spotted Anna Bell in the courtyard sitting on a
bench. I went over and sat down beside her and said, “Anna Bell, I
understand you’ve got a problem in your apartment.”
She
said, “Yes, there’s a noise coming from my furnace closet. It
happens twice a day. Just before eight in the morning it goes beep,
beep, beep. And then again in the evening just before eight it goes
beep, beep, beep again.”
I
said, “Well Anna Bell, that sounds like an alarm clock.”
We
went up to her apartment and sure enough, located right next to the
furnace closet was a table with a beautiful electronic clock on top.
I walked over and set the alarm to go off—beep, beep, beep.
Anna
Bell got all excited, pointing at it saying, “That’s it! That’s
it!”
I
turned off the alarm, explained what had probably happened and from
then on as far as she was concerned, I could do no wrong.
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