Norm made me cry today.
My postal clerks are, as I know, a rarity. They are SO nice, uber-helpful, never a word of complaint about my boxes. And ALL of them are nice, so it's a culture they have going. We even have people from neighboring areas who come to our PO to do business because their own are not too kindly.
Well today Norm surprised me even more. He processed my two LFRBs, did all the paperwork, stamped it all, etc, and as I was reaching for the debit machine---he grabbed the machine, turned it to face himself, and swiped his OWN card. "I've been wanting to help for some time, and today's the day. I watch you ship out so many boxes every week...and this is the least I can do." I was so caught off guard I started crying!
The man being waited on next to me was a man I know, or should I say I know who he is but he doesn't know me. His son was KIA earlier this summer, and I've been in Bible study with his wife for a couple years. And I started sending LOTS of care packages to his son's unit in the last couple months. Well, when he looked over at me with tears in my eyes over what Norm had done, he noticed the "Cards for Heroes" stickers on my boxes----and HE thanked ME. Fercryingoutloud, I was already a wreck, now to have a retired Marine thank me and shake MY hand when HE is the one I should be tripping over myself to help?
To say the least...this was a banner day for me. I've never been more motivated to keep on going.
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