New Year's Eve, Part II

Thank God for the US Postal Service.

So I started the day pretty low. I read a couple of scriptures that got me thinking about my life. I want to go into the new year with fresh eyes, but reading those scriptures showed me how stale my eyes are. And I had come to the conclusion my stale eyes have affected my thinking. I've done something that I really can't stand for other people to do. I created an alternate reality with my thoughts. What I thought became what's real. My current line of thinking is that nothing I do makes a difference. I had been feeling like I could be absent (and do my hermit thing) and no one would notice. Great way to start the day. Just as I got frustrated with sorting through my dream graveyard, the mail arrived.

I got a package from my daughter's school. She went out to pick up the mail so she was standing over my shoulder, trying to see what it was. I'm sure she thought she was in trouble. But to both of our surprises, it was an envelope full of letters.

A few months ago, I went to my daughter's school for Career Day. I spoke to the children about becoming a writer. Apparently, the teachers had the students write me thank you letters. And I cried. The letters were funny, some almost illegible, and encouraging. One young lady said she wanted to be like me (I started praying for her immediately.) Reading those letters made me realize that I am not a waste of skin. I am making an impact on someone in the world. I lit the fire of words in the hearts of Eugene Burrough's 6 grade. All is right with the world.