About eight years ago, I was in my apartment in New York one Saturday morning, thinking of all the people in my life that made the difference. There have been many, but swam my fifth grade teacher in the face of fire. The powerful image of her smile is very clear.
As soon as I saw in my mind, my attention immediately focused on a way to say thanks. I was calm and reflected on it. A moment after a 'idea was born.
Why not thank her for a national talk show?What could be better?
The idea was so strong, so strong and what's more it feels good. After launching a letter to the six national geselsprogramme, I have kept for me and waited. Ideas should be allowed to penetrate and develop in secret, before meeting the rest of the world divided. There is a time and place for everything, so I prayed that, if necessary, as Mrs. Jordan was a great surprise at the right time is presented.
Within two weeks I wassurprised to hear back from "The View" and "Leeza," which is no longer the air today, and "The Gayle King Show" (King is Oprah's best friend – the tone is no longer in the air). From the moment it was all a dizzying blur.
Of the three shows that the producers of "Leeza" was faster than the contract, while those on "The View" and "The Gayle King Show" dragging their feet. My intuition told me to go with "Leeza" and not expect others to do theirthoughts.
Mrs. Jordan is one of the teachers who have never missed a day of class, so she would not go to California an "award of excellence to accept the teaching." After all, his students in fifth grade are much more important than a certain price rascal!
He was so stubborn that the "Leeza" the producers were forced to engage with her husband, daughter, and even the principal hired to convince her to appear at the event. Through their enormous efforts were finally able toinspired to take her a couple of days without the real reason to go.
So far so good.
Less than a week after she and her daughter aboard a plane to Hollywood, while I get another flight out of JFK was a few hundred kilometers.
When I arrived at the hotel in California, I was shocked to learn that a stay in a room just one floor above me! The record was not scheduled until the next morning, and while I wanted to avoid bumping into them, Inot exactly enjoy the idea of holed up in my room and room service order. So I have a plan.
In the mood for a little 'local tourist attractions, I rode with a pair of dark sunglasses, baseball cap and my favorite, and when I looked out into the corridor before making a mad rush for the stairs. Yes, I know that I have seen too many spy films. However, I can dream a little, 'I can do?
On the morning of admission, the hotel's security staff came to my room and accompaniedme after the service elevator for a trip to the first floor, where a presidential-style limousine waiting for me behind the hotel.
Forty-five minutes later, in fifth grade teacher and her daughter rolled through the lobby in front, where a messenger was on the threshold of a black limousine second.
Geselsprogramme sure know how to treat their guests!
On arrival at the Paramount lot, I was led to "green room" where guests waitgo to the show while sipping tea, coffee or drinks (if they are desperate enough). I chose the normal water my mouth is dry.
While I am waiting, a producer very frazzled stopped immediately and asked that a second ten short statement about the band, who played later. I said something like, "Mrs. Jordan, you have a big difference in my life and I am here to thank for that." The manufacturer took the tape and disappear because there was no tomorrow. I justagain.
Around the room, I was mesmerized by all the pictures on the walls red (why they call it the green room?) Of famous people who have previously worked on the show Leeza. I was pushed by my imagination, when the door flew open, and the same producer is back.
Uttering the words, he said, "It's time. Follow me, please." I felt a pang in my stomach. Here we go. The producer led me quickly in the studio, Leeza, and the studio audience was waitingme.
After introducing himself to me personally (Leeza was very warm and articulate, just make me comfortable), it was a red dome light on all the cameras flashing, indicating which have now been recorded.
Easing himself into a chair next to me, Leeza started wondering how the show was Ms. Jordan has done for me more than thirty years ago. I told the story of how the announcement of these three words, "That's right Stephen," was a powerful moment, and as always I have changedlife.
This recalls the double door behind me, Leeza said, "Stephen why do not you come to the right and hide behind the door? When it's time for you to leave, and Mrs. Jordan, a technician will surprise you what the signal says. "
On the way to the shelter, crossed my arms and said: "I hope she recognizes me!"
When hidden, Leeza asked for the teacher, "Okay, get out, Mrs. Jordan."
A camera on the floor with rollers were madeentry to the study so that viewers are looking anxiously teacher takes its distance from each other, they could see the bottom corner. Leeza led Mrs. Jordan in his room and give it a couple of seconds to get comfortable.
"You know why you're here today, Mrs. Jordan?" Leeza heard.
"No," she said anxiously.
"Well, it's a good thing. It 'a very good thing. Someone wrote to us and say that you should be honored to make a big difference in thislife of a person. Play with a group to see if the voice of that person has found. "
"Well," he said today-teacher Lille. He went to pull a Kleenex out of the box from the table almost true.
While all this has happened and I lost everything through a screen closed circuit on the floor. When I stepped inside, I almost gave a yelp. Has exactly the same thing and not a day older. I recognized immediately. Goosebumps spread like wildfire throughout thebody.
Leeza hailed a stealth techniques to play the recording.
The main camera is zoomed in closer to Mrs. Jordan. A moment of recognition Flite his face, as well as tears.
"Mrs. Jordan, do not know what it was?" Leeza asked lightly.
"Yes."
"Well, what was that?"
Stifling a cold, he said, Stephen Hopson.
My hand flew to her mouth. After all these years, still my favorite instructors Remember me!
Leeza nods againThe technician invisible suddenly materialized next to me. It was time to go out and say hello to my former teacher, now in more than thirty years.
Take a deep breath, I have a fragile stage of a heavy blow and swing open, my right foot pulled forward and opened his arms far and wide, inviting her to come and embrace me.
The teacher made his way to where I was and hugged me tight. We did not want to leave the other not. Put my left arm around her, I had aradical movement with his right hand over the audience and whispered everything for you.
We have our way to our seats, and pulled another Kleenex, this time has the box on the floor.
"Oops."
"Mrs. Jordan, Stephen, you remember very well?"
Wiping his eyes, he nods.
"What do you remember Stephen?" Leeza said, as pictures of me as a child playing with my dog on the screen behind us.
Skrams up to collect ideas, "said Ms. Jordan:"Yes, he was intelligent, and acted, and a hard worker." (Oh, thank you!)
Leeza turned to me and said: "Stephen, you want a few words?"
I am a former teacher of handles, positioned so that I looked at in the eye and say, "Mrs. Jordan, you have a great difference in my life, thirty years ago. You have under your wing and believed in me. She said "That's right Stephen," and that forever changed my life. Are you proud of todayI wanted to thank you for this. "
He reached for the Kleenex box again, with Leeza standing nearby – in the case.
Sob, Ms. Jordan said: "Thanks Stephen, thanks."
No, no, Mrs. Jordan, thank you for having confidence in me and say: That's right Stephen!