I love the way you think. I will say the litmus test is to watch people read text messages and when they get a good one, they smile regardless of where they are or what they are doing. A hand written note is ten times better. When my Mom was dying of cancer, she received a card shower from my coworkers. A card shower is where someone pu…
I love the way you think. I will say the litmus test is to watch people read text messages and when they get a good one, they smile regardless of where they are or what they are doing. A hand written note is ten times better. When my Mom was dying of cancer, she received a card shower from my coworkers. A card shower is where someone puts out a request for cards with a name and address. Then everyone sends a card. My request was for cards indicating they were praying for her comfort and wished her peace. My Mom ( a little Italian lady who would say when I came in the door, do you have all that paper crap with you- which we all still laugh about to this day) was hesitant at first about why these strangers were sending her mail every day. But grew to rush me to get the mail, one of her last sentences to me was how much she was impressed with all the notes they wrote. They didn’t just make her cards, they wrote heartfelt messages to her, a complete stranger.
Beautiful. The kindness of strangers. Kindness has a ripple effect that can go on indefinitely. Look how you still remember and now, by sharing your story, those of us who read it are benefiting from this kindness. Thanks for sharing, Laura.
I love the way you think. I will say the litmus test is to watch people read text messages and when they get a good one, they smile regardless of where they are or what they are doing. A hand written note is ten times better. When my Mom was dying of cancer, she received a card shower from my coworkers. A card shower is where someone puts out a request for cards with a name and address. Then everyone sends a card. My request was for cards indicating they were praying for her comfort and wished her peace. My Mom ( a little Italian lady who would say when I came in the door, do you have all that paper crap with you- which we all still laugh about to this day) was hesitant at first about why these strangers were sending her mail every day. But grew to rush me to get the mail, one of her last sentences to me was how much she was impressed with all the notes they wrote. They didn’t just make her cards, they wrote heartfelt messages to her, a complete stranger.
Beautiful. The kindness of strangers. Kindness has a ripple effect that can go on indefinitely. Look how you still remember and now, by sharing your story, those of us who read it are benefiting from this kindness. Thanks for sharing, Laura.
I am smiling as I read your comment!