Every time I open the mailbox, I get a small sense of despair. From pizza coupons to car dealership flyers addressed to “current resident”, or campaign brochures and credit card applications, these days it seems like each visit to the mailbox is a scene from the movie Groundhog Day.
I’m one of those people that reach into the dark square-shaped hole, take out each piece one at a time, lean over and take a closer look into the box to see if I missed anything, and then stand outside going through each item.
On most days, all the mail ends up in the bin. And then there are those days that you stand by the mailbox for a few extra minutes because you spot something that might not be worth throwing away. You turn over the envelop and crudely tear it open with your thumb. Inside you find a letter. A letter from a real person.
It’s a letter with actual ink and words that seem honest and authentic. There are no sales pitches or political messages. You stand there and smile because someone took the time to write you something, put it an envelope, address the envelope, stick a stamp on it, seal and delivered it.
These days, doing all those things seems like too much work, but to the recipient it is rather special. Lately, I have been surprised by post cards and letters from readers and far away friends who took their time to send a note by snail mail. They could have composed an email or quickly typed a text. They didn’t. They wrote letters, and for some reason, these thoughtful communications have meant something extra to me.
Maybe it’s the pandemic that has got me a little emotional. We are apart more than we would like to be and opening an envelope to find a message of encouragement or a note of appreciation is like receiving a gift on Christmas morning. Imagine if we all started sending more snail mail to each other. Just jotting down a simple “hello” or “I miss you” can be a welcome surprise to a mailbox opener in a different zip code.
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