Yesterday I found an email in my in box, which asserts that “If everyone really knew how much they were loved, not only from ‘above,’ but by everyone now in their life, there’d be little hearts drawn on everything from wheelbarrows to skyscrapers to jumbo jets.”
Going through a difficult period over the past few weeks, I was not so sure about the number of those hearts.
Today I received a suspicious envelope in the mail: no return address, and strange handwriting that was obviously written using the sender’s non-dominant hand, clearly intended to obscure the writer’s identity. I opened the envelope carefully and with some dread, expecting a hate letter, anthrax powder or something equally unappealing to fall out of it.
What was in it? Two plain old pieces of paper torn from a spiral notebook. Scrawled upon one–in the same stilted hand–the words “For my dear friend.” Folded within them were 3 unmarked bills, enough to pay the electric bill that came in the same batch of mail.
Not knowing who to thank, I thanked whomever in the best way I could think to do so. “Thank you, whoever you are!” I posted to my Facebook page. “That was really sweet and you made me feel loved,” I continued, ending with the admission that I could picture some little hearts on a wheelbarrow. Several of my Facebook friends posted replies, with Tammy noting that it is “Pay It Forward Day.”
This afternoon, I came home from a perfect 3 1/2 hour sail and learned that my daughter had found a bright pink basket at our doorstep. In it: a little box of luscious organic raspberries, a carton of 18 beautiful brown eggs, and a hot pink note stating, “Shay, some eggs for you straight from a friend’s personal hens and some raspberries for your daughter.” Signed with…a heart!
Again, no indication of whom this was from, although the handwriting appeared undisguised. It was a neat, open and flowing feminine hand.
This time I also knew that the giver had to be a Facebook friend, as I had recently posted there about wanting to buy eggs from chickens that weren’t kept in factory farms, and that my daughter had wanted some fresh raspberries for her birthday cake. I summed up my delight on Facebook with, “Today has been better than a birthday! Thank you! ♥ ♥ ♥”
My daughter came to stand behind me to read responses to my first “thank you” post over my shoulder. I slowly scrolled down the 15 comments from friends. When she finished reading, my daughter said simply, “I like the last one.” My eyes automatically landed on the message from April and I read it again. “What a beautiful gesture, Shay!,” it began. ” I was expecting something crazy and you received pure love.” Yes, that’s what it is, pure love, indeed. I feel your sun shining inside me.
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