The world can be a very cold place, especially of late, so we savor the good and unexpected.
I had a woman who follows me write a stray comment that just said…I’m concerned about the girl in the box. It was an essay I penned about a homeless girl in my neighborhood who sleeps in one. I was so touched on her behalf, that someone clear across the country was concerned about her.
Patrick, the cat, who hasn’t visited lately, slid a message under my door.
I haven’t been out since the stay at home rule. My dad is watching me pretty carefully so I can’t go for my midnight stroll. I hope we have tuna together real soon. I’m leaving you an orange. Patrick.
But my favorite missive was from the elderly couple on 12 who I had gotten masks for after they said, they were too afraid to come out. This was way before we had to wear them, and were very hard to come by, but even then they still wouldn’t come out.
Persistence paid off after the Easter lily I left by their door along with gloves, hand wipes and a little bunny card that said…
You can do it. I know you can.
So after being home for 18 days, they wrote…
We are so happy today, coming out for the first time. The air. Oh the air smells so good. We walked up Park welcomed by the tulips and stood on the corner smiling at the sun, joy in our hearts. Thank you for helping us.
Your Neighbors on 12
P.S. We took your advice and wore sneakers.
“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.” Anne Frank