Hand written cards and notes are things that I can't throw away. I have small tubs filled with them, and have them labeled, "cards from family," and "cards from friends."
When I was a reporter I saved every notecard I received from readers. In the journalism business you rarely get kudos, and acknowledgment from readers is especially rare, unless they are complaining. I kept them in my desk, and whenever I was having a hard day I would pull one out to read. Those notes always lifted me a little, and reminded me why I really did love what I was doing.
Recently I have received two special notecards. One was a congratulations on our engagement from a friend at church. It was very unexpected, and so sweet to receive.
The other one was delivered in December. It was a hand-written card expressing thanks from someone at church who was moved by the Christmas program I helped organize.
I have always loved the written word, and I especially enjoy a hand-written note in the mail. Emails are fine, text messages have become necessary for me, a phone call is preferable for a longer conversation, but the hand-written card still has a special place in my world.
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