August 31, 2015
Another snow storm. It was very cold. The only thing warm that Iowa winter was Anita Baker’s new single ‘Sweet Love.’ Warm? No, It was HOT. I had listened to it at least ten times in a row a night before. Stop, rewind, play, stop, rewind, play…and keep doing it.
It was now morning. Subdued light had broken outside but I did not want to leave the bed. Someone on the door was knocking. I lifted the curtain a bit to see who it was. It was Theresa—I had met her through the Cosmopolitan Club. She had a book in her hand.
‘I am leaving for home. Want to give you this book before I leave,’ she yelled and waved a book she had in her hand. I went to the door and got the book from her. She gave me a hug, her icy cold cheek pressing against mine—and then left.
I looked at the book after she was gone. It was ‘Pulling Your Own Strings’ by Wayne Dyer. I started reading it and found it absorbing. Before I knew it I was quarter of the way through. It was as if Dyer was right in front of me, talking to me about how to live a life of freedom. I finished that book and then read others Dyer had written. Dyer’s books had a profound impact on me. About to end college, it was the best career counseling I could get. I decided to never ever work for anyone but myself. I also learned to question authority…any authority, all authorities.
Wayne Dyer has died. I hope he died in peace knowing that countless people around the world have benefitted tremendously from his writings.
Wayne Dyer's photo courtesy of touching1mhearts.com