I was sitting in my office this afternoon when the doorbell rang. I debated whether I should answer it; usually the only time we get an unexpected visitor at the door is when:
1) a middle-school kid wants us to give him money for his football team
2) a political activist wants us to sign a petition or a political candidate wants us to cast a vote
3) an independent contractor wants us to employ him (roofing, patio, painting, landscaping…).
Ugh. After three seconds, the ring at the door was followed by knocking on the door. Alright, alright, I hear ya…
I opened the door to find the mailman standing on our front step. I had ordered a book, and it was slightly too large to fit in our box. But rather than just leave the book to the side of the mailbox or on the porch, our very kind mailman brought the whole lot of mail to our front door – and hand-delivered it to me. Wow.
And it was raining outside today, so he saved me (and the package) from getting wet, too. Double-wow.
What a sweet gesture, and what a kind man!
I have very good ‘service providers’ all around me (remember the garbage man?); and for that, I am genuinely grateful.
Thank you Mr. Postman!