Yesterday was a busy last day for the postal service. It was enjoyable, but at the same time frustrating and sad.
Before I start having my daily opinion I would like to give you a little bit of background on me. Despite how well I performed in the insult fatty competition recently, I don’t have a mean bone in my body. If someone asks me for help in the hope that I may have a spare moment, I can’t say no. I’m that soft and that nice. I’ll put off important things of my own to help others, often to my own detriment. There you go, I’m soft, and nice (and nice and soft, but that’s a different topic).
The things that were frustrating were the same things that were sad. The frustration came from elderly people that I was delivering to. Every oldie whose door I knocked on inevitably wanted to have a chat. That’s nice, and like I said, I’m nice. I can’t cut them off or turn my back. I have to at least let their monologue reach a conclusion. But if you nod in the wrong spot you’re committed to a conversation. Tick tock tick tock. Frustrating. The sad part is that based on the sparkle in their eyes and the animation that they were bringing to the conversation, I might be the only face to face interaction they have all Christmas. Sure the family calls; and the phone’s great; but face to face is different, more, better.
But there is always an upside. Firstly there was a fantastic feeling of achievement getting through the busiest week of the year incident free and on time. But more important was the excitement when people realise what me knocking on their door represents. That is a special feeling. I don’t get to see the faces when the packages get opened, but I get to see the joy of receiving. And the hope of the unknown. Maybe it’s best that I don’t see what they get or how they respond. That would take away from the purity of what I do see.
Here is my Christmas mission for you all. The gift is in the giving. If you know someone nearby that won’t have a visitor over the long weekend. Be their visitor. Your 10 minute visit will mean the world.
My permanent post script
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