“Victor, it’s me again.”
Startled, Victor jumps out of his bed to turn on the light.
“Who is that talking? Where are you?” He says looking around paranoid.
I’m up here, on the ceiling fan.
Victor notices a small little woman with wings.
“What are you? Are you some kind of angel or something?” He replies.
“If that’s what they call us down here. The names Hudson, and I’m here to get you back to work,” she says while making a fist and showing her small muscles.
“Am I the only one that can see you?”
“Yep, you asked God for help paying the bills, you asked God to help out your coworkers to end the strike so he sent me.” Hudson explained.
“So what do I do?”
Hudson flys over to Victor’s messy desk across the room.
“It will be hard, but I was informed by the big guy that only you could do it. You have to start your very own school.”
Victor takes a seat, “But, I’m too old.”
“When I first visited Abraham and his wife she thought she was too old to have children and she ended up saving humanity. When I first visited Moses he said he couldn’t speak well and he ended up leading the children of Israel to the promised land. Then there was Noah, he built the ark. And now it’s you, the teacher.”
Hudson flew over to his bedrail, “All you have to do is start one school in the hardest part of town.
In about twelve seconds you will fall into a deep sleep and then tomorrow your assignment will begin.”
The next morning Victor woke up to his phone ringing, “Hello,” he said realizing what time it was.
“We’re out here on the picket lines, where are you?” His coworker Dennis asked.
“I’m going to teach my students the old fashion way. I think we’ve turned away from God Dennis. I’m going to go back to the fundamentals,” Victor explained.
“Victor, it’s 2023, and we have to go by state rules. If you’re having your come to Jesus moment why don’t you just go teach at a private school?” Dennis replied.
“I had the strangest dream last night, I dreamed about good and obedient students. Students who listened and created a better world. I also dreamed about a library. It was big. People from all over the world came to my school to learn and teach. We’re missing the key ingredient to the imagination Dennis, we’re leaving out a creator. That’s the magic of learning.”
“Well, you keep dreaming, I’m going to get back on the picket lines.”
Hanging up the phone, Victor noticed Hudson laying across his desk.
“Good job, now go to visit Mr. Wesley on Cambridge St. He has some land with an old school building on it. One of his daughters just got in a very bad accident. She can’t take care of the old school anymore, he’s going to give it to you and that’s when the miracle begins,” Hudson explained.
Victor threw on a T-Shirt and some jeans. It was reaching the end of summer so he had to move quickly.
Sure enough, Hudson was right. Mr. Wesley was at the building on Cambridge St. on the phone with his wife checking on his daughter.
“I’ll call you back sweetheart, I have a visitor,” he puts his phone down, “Victor, what brings you here?”
“I came to apply for a job,” he said.
“It’s been slow. Work isn’t what it used to be, but I do need some help with one of my buildings.” Mr. Wesley explained.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Hey, wait, I thought the teachers were on strike. Why aren’t you on the picket lines?” Mr. Wesley asked.
“What do you need me to do?” Victor replied, ignoring his question.
“Here’s the keys to my old school building Victor, may God be with you.”
Moving fast, Victor called everyone he knew. The fire was burning inside of him, and everything Hudson said Victor was all ears.
Spending every last dime he had to get his school prepared Victor turned to Hudson who was standing on some books by his old used desk.
“What do I do now?” He asked.
Dusting off her hands, “Now you wait, but while you’re waiting I have to remind you that this school building was built in 1972 by laid off steel workers. They built it to prove that they could serve the community’s needs on their own and they did. They funded this school all alone and every student graduated and moved on. They were on the brink of taking over this entire district until the war broke out and they all got drafted. Go to the basement. They left a huge box of bibles down there. I want you to put them in every classroom. Mr. Wesley has already started spreading the word and you will get your first class in three days. Now these kids were home schooled but their parents had to go back into the workforce so give them a break on the financial side. Just teach and we angels will do the rest.” Hudson explained.
“What about money? How are we going to pay the bills?” Victor asked.
“A teacher should be smart, but to be a good teacher a teacher must be smart enough to teach and plant good fruit. Plant some seeds first and witness the power of 360 knowledge,” Hudson said, pointing to an old lemonade stand in the back of his classroom.
Lightbulbs began to go off in Victor’s head.
“I’m going to teach my students how to learn and fund this school.”
Seeing the state of a failed school district, Victor’s classes were filling up fast. The community donated books and exchanged labor for credits. They worked, and some even paid Victor to sleep at the school just to keep the money in circulation. In less than three years Victor was on the verge of creating universal learning techniques that would change the entire system of education and funding.
Dennis couldn’t believe it. How did a language teacher do it? How did one phone call about an impossible dream come true?
The next morning the newspaper read:
“The Miracle, the Teacher & the Labor story.”
Victor did it.
He gave his community a happy ending.
With God, all things are possible.
With out him, a man’s working spirit will be soft, planting his man made trees with artificial fruit that die quickly.
At the end of Victor’s journey, Hudson gave him an apple, and a key to his classroom in the infinite heavens.