Then the Mail Came

Some days are better than others.

I can slide along - everything ok. Smiles, laughs, walks outdoors.

Then it hits. It's overwhelming. Sadness. Desperation. Confusion.

The tears flow.

Then I remember, the mail.

The note that was delivered from a complete stranger. She didn't even know our names - she addressed it to "Arlington Career Center Neighbor" at our address.

She made me smile. And take a deep breath.

And remember that not all is lost in the world.

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