Postman


Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness. ~
Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Being kind to a stranger and go out of your way to help is pretty rare these days, although by Gods grace I experience the kindness of people constantly around me. They uphold my strong believe that humanity without personal benefits still exists.

And how this believe got a confirmation is going to be revealed in this next blog.

Time stamp: 17.30, 6th of January

If you follow my postings on FaceBook, you know that I am organizing a concert next month. And organizing an event brings along all possible forms of organizational issues that need to be solved within a certain time frame.

For the concert ‘The Creation of Something Meaningful’ I had this wish to do something special for guests who have visited previous concerts of DesiYUP. By sending a personal invite I thought to express my appreciation towards visitors.

The Christmas post stamps that I had bought for this occasion had a validation till the 6th of January and I saw on the letterbox that the postman will collect the letters after 18.00.  So as usually, I was in a rush and asked my dearest friend Anita to help me out in respecting this deadline.

On the 6th of January I received the printed invitation cards and after school I went with Anita to print out the invitation letters. It was around 17.00 o’clock when we came close to my house and decided to get some French fries to fill our hungry stomachs. Right near the snack bar we have our postal box. We stepped out of the snack bar and saw that the postman just finished collecting all the letters from the postal box.

You are too early, you where supposed to come after 18.00 ”, I said to the postman. He was taken back my reaction and I continued with my complains, making my problem his problem! I asked him about possibilities to solve my problem and he called up the post collection department. After he hung up he said, “sorry Madame, nothing is possible, you cannot use your Christmas stamps after today, or you can use them next year…” “Ohh no…”, I thought, another delay in sending the invites and what a waste of money.

Then the postman came up with an unexpected, but brilliant solution. He said, “I will make my round and come back to your place to collect your letters”, handing me over a bag for my letters. I was thrilled!  Gave him my business card, thanked him for his kindness and rushed home with Anita, forgetting all about our hungry stomachs.

With the help of Mr Postman we succeed in sending the invitations on time. So I am more than happy to say that God’s grace is upon me helping and protecting me in different ways, making not only my dream, but also the dreams of others a reality.

Mahesvari

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