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I heard a beautiful story the other day on the radio, on a little commentary. An older man was walking, very slowly and carefully, to the mailbox, holding a letter written on monogrammed stationery, by hand, with a fountain pen. He was going out to mail the letter to his beloved.
As the story went on, it turned out that this man’s true love was his wife of some 50 years, and that they had lived together, in the house where he now lived, for the last 50 years. She would receive the letter in the same mailbox he deposited it in.
Why don’t we all make it a habit to occasionally send a love letter? Remember how that used to feel? Why not feel that way again, and make someone else feel special, too?