My mother (and probably yours) told me always be nice to people because, if you are, they will be nice to you. Oh, the wisdom and prescience of motherhood!
Even though I would not be teaching in Australia I still wanted a place where I could retreat from home, family, and refrigerator to do my writing. To that end I sent an exploratory email to the computer science chair at the University of New South Wales asking if the department could provide an office. I did not expect an enthusiastic response since I was not working there but, to my utter surprise, I soon received a letter inviting me to join the faculty for three-plus months and including a lovely office with all the accoutrements–telephone, copier, and mail. It seems that a few years earlier the chair had a sabbatical in the US where he was treated quite graciously by the faculty and staff. He saw my visit as a way to repay some of the many kindnesses he experienced on his own “working vacation.” Pay it forward, Scene 1!
We touched down in Sydney after two wonderful weeks in Fiji and New Zealand and drove to our new home in Rose Bay, one of the city’s most desirable neighborhoods. We located these accommodations with the assistance of Dr. Tony Gerber, a young Aussie academic whom I had met for a total of one hour five years earlier.
At the time Tony had just completed his Ph.D. and decided, as do many new graduates, that he and his wife should see the world before settling down. He arrived in Minneapolis where I was an untenured Assistant Professor at the University of Minnesota. Knowing he would soon be accepting a comparable academic position, he thought it a good idea to meet some of the junior staff. Great idea, but it turned out that every young faculty member was too busy chasing tenure and promotion to give this overseas “newbie” the time of day. Except for me, that is. I thought it might be enjoyable to meet someone from such an “exotic locale” and chatted with him for hour or so in my office, although to be honest, I really don’t remember much about the details.
Obviously, though, Tony did remember, and he was extremely grateful for that small kindness. Not only did he help us locate superb accommodations, he stored our considerable baggage while we toured the South Pacific (we didn’t want to schlep suitcases, books, and research materials), picked us up at the airport on our return, and stocked our refrigerator with the essentials for a first meal–although I still don’t understand how anyone can consider Vegemite a nutritional item! Tony and his wife Kim introduced us to their friends and colleagues, and we soon became an integral part of their community. They even invited us to a bagels and lox Sunday brunch–so much for the exotic locale!
Twenty-five years later Tony, Kim, and their children are still the closest of friends and were in New York a few weeks ago visiting our family. We plan on returning to Australia and traveling with them (Tasmania and Lord Howe Island) in the not too distant future. The moral of this post is to listen to what your mother said: Be kind to people and they will be kind to you. Pay it forward–Scene 2!