Mar. 25, 2019


Who can put a price on love?    Love can’t be measured or weighed yet…. it can be large enough to consume an entire city…or country…or all the world.

Recently, I opened a small envelope, sent with only a single stamp, and found enough love to last me a lifetime.  

Regardless of age, there is a child inside each of us. As I mature (the word "old"is not in my vocabulary), the little girl in me--forever young-- comes out to play more often, to question the meaning of life and love again and again.... and to remember the tender/sweet/loving moments from the past.

Two days ago, I was experiencing a particularly stressful, troublesome day. Some days are just like that….troublesome days that require you to climb over obstacle after obstacle of “to-do” trash; to answer endless calls from California or Maine or Tennessee so a recording can threaten you about some bogus student loan debt; or force you to answer the phone at 2 am so some male with a thick accent can beg you to send fresh breast milk to starving orphans in Guatemala.

Today, my daily trip to the mailbox wasn’t anticipating anything exciting.  Like most days, I expect to find the usual bills, cable advertisements, coupons for hearing-aids or grownup diapers... and unknown insurance companies promoting limited-time-only discounts for funeral arrangements---just more unwanted junk for the garbage.

But today was different.  Hiding among the expected I found the the form of a handwritten envelope with a return address marked Cheney, Washington.

The little girl in me, overwhelmed with curiosity and excitement, quickly tore-open the envelope, and, inside, found an adorable card featuring a photo of a little girl sharing these words:

“If not for you, someone who needed love would have gone without it…there would be one less smile, one less laugh, one less hug, and…the song of life might have skipped a beat. If not for you, something special would be missing.”

With Love, Cyndee."

Not only were these meaningful words printed on the card but a piece of yellow paper and a check were also inside. And, that’s when both the little-girl-in-me and the big-girl-in-me…. cried.

“Sally, I am enclosing a check for the purchase of one book. The remaining $28.00 is to cover the person who didn’t pay for the book you sent them. Thank you for being an inspiration to me and to others. "Your Facebook Friend, Cyndee."

Yes, The little girl in me looks forward to every day, believing something good is just minutes from happening. The little girl in me...keeps me hopeful and helps me remember there are still good people--with good hearts--who love and care for others---like me.

"Thank you, Cyndee" ....From, Sally and the little girl in me.



Latest comments

17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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