Today I had to make a trip to my local post office.
What a trip into humanity I had...
First, I met a woman who chatted me up regarding being busy.
Neither of us was in that much of a hurry.
We shared our views on life... and our involvement in it.
We shared a common belief that we all, as a people, need to take a breather...
We decided that no one really is all that busy and that we can throw ourselves into life if we truly want to.
Whilst standing in line (after said convo), I noticed a man come into the room.
He had something in his hand.
He rummaged in the pile of boxes for shipping. I watched as he found just the right one.
It was then that I noticed that he was shipping a set of sheets.
You heard me.
What struck me the most wasn't his choice of contents. What struck me was that, in this time of gaily wrapped presents and meaningless hoohahs, he was sending a piece of real life...
No festive paper.
No beribboned box.
No display of any holiday or allegiance to any faith.
Got me to thinking... doesn't it always?
Perhaps he could not afford some fancy packaging...
Perhaps he didn't care to go that route...
For a lot of people, these are quite hard times.
Was his recipient in real need? Was he, as well, given his lack of excess?
I was given pause as I thought of all of the gifts I have purchased this season...
Some practical.
Some frivolous...
I wondered if the situation of this man called for an unembellished package.
No hype.
No falderal.
Just heart.
Someone out there is lucky.
Someone cared.
Someone did what they could.
Someone gave of themselves.
Would that we all could receive such a gift.
Or give one.
