All About Mentoring Spring 2011 - SUNY Empire State College
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absurdity. He thought of what he should<br />
have said in rebuttal to the aggressive little<br />
man. Daniel would assert his own diatribe.<br />
“Surely, America can overcome this latest<br />
crisis” He crossed the street, heedless of<br />
any traffic. “Look what monstrous things<br />
it has overcome since its birth. Take its<br />
birth. Was there ever a miracle How<br />
could it have happened A few colonialists<br />
overcoming the greatest nation on earth,<br />
possessing the greatest Navy and Army<br />
It was inconceivable to everyone. The<br />
early defeats, again and again. The rag tag<br />
army. The desertions But what happened<br />
Something absolutely extraordinary. So how<br />
can this neighbor of mine think the country<br />
can’t overcome this mere blip Driving the<br />
English out of our land Writing a worldfamous<br />
Constitution, to say nothing of<br />
overcoming a horrendous Civil War Good<br />
God, think of that for a moment. Talk<br />
about hard times. Endless fighting, and then<br />
the assassination of the president, the only<br />
man in the world who could have held our<br />
country together. On and on it went until<br />
we were the greatest nation on earth. Let’s<br />
talk about the Second World War … ”<br />
At this point, Daniel reached his house. He<br />
wondered if his own outburst had at least<br />
brought him a little stability. Also, standing<br />
there, he wondered suddenly – in a real<br />
turnabout of his attention – if the house<br />
itself seemed … poetic. Yes, poetic. Or that<br />
he made it so, his modest bungalow house,<br />
the house of a mere worker. Unable to resist,<br />
Daniel walked up the driveway alongside<br />
the house slowly, touring what he for the<br />
moment actually thought of in fancy as his<br />
domain. He reached the end of the side of<br />
the house, where by chance a past owner<br />
had left a basketball hoop fixed to the top<br />
of the old worn-out garage, where another<br />
had scraped a car against a door of the<br />
garage. He found himself looking again at<br />
the little garden and lawn directly behind the<br />
house, and then to an open space beyond<br />
them, bordered by scraggly trees. Next,<br />
he stared off at the wooded space beyond<br />
this clear area, that at first was sparsely<br />
occupied by trees and gradually became<br />
thicker and thicker until it was a wood, a<br />
darkening, almost secret, almost forbidding<br />
place. Strangely, all that he saw, even the<br />
dark place, filled Daniel with a sense of<br />
sweet familiarity, with a redeeming sense of<br />
ownership. Sighing with possession, he went<br />
inside the house.<br />
Putting his briefcase down, which was<br />
filled with forms and manuals and letters,<br />
Daniel took off his coat and looked to see<br />
if any mail had been delivered. It was his<br />
habit. There was none. But on the telephone<br />
answering machine, he could see he had two<br />
messages. Hopeful, apprehensive, Daniel<br />
clicked on the first message. It was from his<br />
friend and colleague Anthony.<br />
“‘Daniel, sorry I missed you at the office’,”<br />
Anthony informed him. “‘The impossible<br />
task you set me took a bit of time. Believe<br />
it or not – I was able to get your little, old<br />
handicapped lady moved up. Our people<br />
will be calling her in the morning. The<br />
workers’ comp. helped.’”<br />
Smiling, his heart starting to beat faster,<br />
Daniel clicked on the second message. It was<br />
from his Emily. It simply said: “‘Call me.’”<br />
Now, at the advent of some kind of<br />
epiphany, Daniel tapped Emily’s number<br />
into his cell phone. Almost immediately, she<br />
answered him.<br />
“ … Is everything okay” he asked her.<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“ … Well, then”<br />
“I just wanted to talk to you.” There was<br />
kindness in her voice. It was his own Emily!<br />
“I had to tell you I felt so bad about our<br />
conversation before. I’m not sure why I was<br />
so edgy.” Then, a long pause. “Now, I just<br />
want to say that … that I love you, Daniel.<br />
I … I really do. I wouldn’t change anything.<br />
You believe me”<br />
“ … Yes … I do,” he managed.<br />
“Good. I love us.”<br />
“ … So … do I.”<br />
She sighed in relief. “Then let me put the<br />
kids on. They want to say hello to their<br />
father.”<br />
When the call was over, Daniel tried to<br />
watch television, but nothing interested him,<br />
and besides, he was too excited to watch<br />
television. Instead he took to writing a little<br />
poetry one last time for the day. The first<br />
haiku came almost as easily as the others.<br />
He would acknowledge the dark side of life.<br />
After all it was a part of everything.<br />
Far behind our house,<br />
A hollow I can’t forget.<br />
Dark, still, secret place.<br />
The second haiku was more difficult. But in<br />
time it came, too. Daniel thought it turned<br />
out to be his best one of the day.<br />
Man at dusk alone,<br />
Raking leaves of fall, do you<br />
Dream upon the moon<br />
suny empire state college • all about mentoring • issue 39 • spring <strong>2011</strong>