Sweet Woman

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If ever there were someone that I would be tempted to hunt down, it would be this sweet woman that I shall call here Millie.

Millie is a woman of undisclosed age, living in an undisclosed location, who writes to our organization frequently. In my month of work (celebrated today!) I have personally processed five or six notes from her. In them she occassionally mentions the fact that she was in pain and so wasn't able to write earlier, but always, always, always, sends her love.

A year or two ago one of the people in my department tried to figure out her address so we could write her. No success.

But week after week, year after year, dear sweet Millie sends us her love.

I imagine that with a bit of sleuthing we could find her address, but I imagine that if we did find it, some of the simple sweet charm would be gone.

So for now, we smile when we hear from Millie, file her letter away, and dread the time when we realize something horrible has happened because we have not heard from her.

Comments

Anonymous said…
But if you stopped hearing from her, wouldn't it mean that she was at home with Jesus? And in the meantime you and your coworkers can bless her as she blesses you. =) Mom
1:30 PM
caedmonstia said…
That's sweet... Maybe someday she will know that she has been a blessing to you.
6:00 PM
Matthew Carroll said…
Have you every tried Zabasearch.com ? It's pretty scary. Given a full name and a state, you can find almost anybody (Assuming you're not looking for a "Jack Smith", then you find, like, thousands of them).
7:07 AM
slowlane said…
I'm afraid her name is of the Jack Smith variety. There were about 112 options in her state alone.
12:46 PM
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