Today, I was working away. It was a quiet evening, and so we were cleaning and putting things to rights. A man walked in with an envelope. He'd read my column last week. He was so moved that he sat down, wrote me a letter (wrote it!). How cool is that? Really? That someone took the time to read what I wrote, to process it, and then sit down and write a letter. That was very touching. "Say hello to Tim for me," he said as he left. Turns out that they'd gone to school together.
I stood there holding my envelope and watched him go. Some days, people just get a chance to feel like they've made a difference, and today, I guess, it was my turn.
I opened up the envelope.
"You have a gift," he'd written. He was right. A man had come in the store and given one to me.