“I turn on my computer. I wait patiently as it connects. I go online. My breath catches in my chest until I hear 3 little words, "You've got mail." I hear nothing, not a sound on the streets of New York. Just the beat of my own heart. I have mail...from you.” (You've Got Mail)
Well, it wasn't quite like that.
I came home from work today exhausted, with a headache, and you don't want to know what was all over my work vest, but then I walked into the kitchen.
On the counter was today's pile of mail. Nothing special about it. I mean, I never get mail unless it's my birthday or a reminder from my dentist that I have an appointment next week. Why should this pile of mail make any more difference to me than yesterday's pile of mail?
I walk past it, past feeling.
As I begin to talk to my mom about my day, my sister speaks up and says: "Hey, I think you got something in the mail."
I shuffle through the stack unenthusiastically. But then I reach a white envelope. With my name on it. Hand written. (as opposed to what the dentist would have sent) and a crooked stamp in the upper right corner. An unexpected letter from an unexpected friend.
I stood in surprise for a moment.
I have mail.
I searched for the letter opener and tore open the envelope. Inside was -not a typed- but a had written letter.
(Man, I sound like I have never received a letter before. What else would be in that envelope?)
As I read through the letter, I could see the sender's careful thoughtfulness and kind inquiries. The letter was fairly short, but it still took a while to translate his handwriting.
It put a smile on my face, and it certainly brightened my day.
Thats all.
Doesn't getting a letter, make you want to go write one?
I think so.
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