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                   --Lee Pound

Day 28 - Resistance

Tommy stared at the phone. It never rang. It wouldn’t. Nobody had his number. It was his first day at work.

He sat at a desk in a tiny office on the tenth floor of a high rise building in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His job was to sell copy machines.

Tommy glanced at the clock. Ten a.m. and nothing had happened yet. He looked down at the only thing on his desk. A list of names and phone numbers. He paged through it. Every page was the same. Names and phone numbers. Nobody he knew.

He was supposed to call these numbers. A litany ran through his mind. What if his pitch wasn’t good enough? What if they hung up? What would his boss say if he sold nothing? What if? What if? What if?

He reached out to the phone. What if? What if? As he stared at the phone the tension rose. He had to get started but what would he say? His mind blanked. He wasn’t even sure who would answer if he did dial.

Eleven a.m. The phone was still silent. The paralysis still held him.

Suddenly a thought protruded into the bombarding questions in his mind. What’s the worst thing that could happen if you dialed? The clamor of negatives continued but this time Tommy waved them away. Wait a minute, he thought. What would happen? The worst? They’d hang up. That was it. That’s what all the mental commotion was about.

Another question popped up. What’s the worst that can happen if you don’t dial? Get fired. Tommy didn’t want to get fired either. That was worse than getting hung up on. Much worse.

What an idiot, he thought. He looked down at the stapled papers in front of him. Nothing had changed. The names and numbers were still there. He still knew none of them.

He picked up the receiver and dialed the first number on the list.

A cheerful voice answered, “Markham Company.”

Tommy said, “May I speak with Mr. Williamson.”

“I’ll connect you to his office,” the cheerful voice said.

A moment later another voice appeared on the line. “Williamson, purchasing, what can I do for you?”

“Mr. Williamson,” Tommy said. “This is Tommy Jones from Anhill-Burch. I was calling to talk to you about your copier needs.’

He couldn’t believe how easy it had been. He had a short conversation, set up an appointment, and marked it on his calendar.

Then he dialed the second number.

At the end of the day, he counted the notations on his calendar. Fifteen appointments. And all those horrible thoughts of the morning? Gone. The minute he dialed, they had fled back into the dark recesses of his mind, driven away by the one thing that dispels fear, action.

He smiled. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow to arrive.

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