He remembered getting cards and letters from friends and family when he was younger. Walking to the mailbox out on the side of the road used to be exciting. He remembered rushing home from school when the holidays approached so that he could get to the mailbox first. It was wonderful. He loved the cards and notes and news from friends and family.
He still got notes and cards from his family and friends but they came on his computer. They weren’t something you could hold onto and read while sitting enjoying a warm drink. They were cold and flat and you had to sit in front of the computer with the light of the screen glaring in your face. They were hard to enjoy. He didn’t get the same feeling of being connected that he used to get when he got real mail.
He thought about mail for quite a while. He thought about the times he used to buy special cards and stationary. He thought about the joy he felt when he got real mail. He slowly got up and went to his desk. He picked up his pen and wrote. He wrote a letter to his son, a note to his cousin, a card to his mother, a letter to his friend in Toronto, another to a sister in Sault St. Marie, a note to his nephew in Hong Kong. He was excited. The pleasure he got from writing and the feeling of being connected by sending “snail mail” made him feel good. He was contented.
He looked for envelopes and stamps. He didn’t have any. He made himself a promise; tomorrow he would buy stamps and envelopes and send the words he had written.
He sat looking at the letters and cards. He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t let the feeling go. He got up, grabbed his keys and the mail, he went out to his car and drove to the store. He went in and bought stamps and envelopes. Back in his car he put everything in the envelopes and stuck on the stamps. Picking up his mail he went back into the store and dropped everything into the mailbox. What a great feeling. He loved writing the letters, notes and cards and he loved mailing them. He could only imagine how pleased everybody would be when they got their mail.
Driving home he had a huge smile on his face and a plan. He would send a card or a note every day for the next thirty days, after that he knew it would become a wonderful habit and he would be helping people feel as good as he did. He knew it was a small step to helping make the world a kinder more humane place.
He slept well that night.
When was the last time you sent somebody a card or a letter? I know it can be a hassle buying stamps and cards and envelopes but what a wonderful feeling it is to send and get real mail. I can show you how to make that happen as easily as sending email from your computer but the person you’re sending to gets a real card from you. Click here for more information.
All the best,