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An anonymous gift shows up at your front door. What's in it??? Who could it be from?
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Friday, December 21, 2012
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It must be my neighbor's envelope leaning against my door. But, no, it has my name on it. A plain brown 9x12 envelope. Feels like a book. Indoors I reach under the unstuck part of the flap to tear it open. Ow! A paper cut. Finger in mouth,I continue to tear with the other hand. An old diary, one of those five year diaries with only 5 lines per day. My mother used to keep those, mostly wringing about the weather. My mother died 35 years ago. I cleaned out her house and threw away an old shoebox of those diaries. This is one of them, 1965 to 1970. During those years I married, my children were born, my father died, her youngest brother died, she had a massive heart attack and open heart surgery and lived until 1986. I don't care where it came from, I begin to read: "Jan. 1, 1960, sleety, dinner at Helen's."
The holidays are making me crazy this year. My daughter and her family are living with me in my little old house until their new home is ready to move into. They have two large Golden Retrievers...and a cat. After busy days at work I am trying to prepare for Christmas. Do some decorating maybe a little shopping. I hear a thumping coming from my old front porch. The dogs bark wildly. I go check to see what is going on.
Nobody there but there is a big white box on the wicker table. I bring it in the house. I see no address or identifying marks on the box. When I open it I shriek with surprise. The box is stuffed with the most exqisite cookies and hand made candies I have ever seen. What? Who? Then I see it. A note with the number 16 on it. With tears running down my face I realize I am one of someones "Twenty six acts of kindness." Thank you...
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