Getting a letter is a joy, isn't it? I mean a real, hand-written, enveloped, put in the mail letter. We don't get many of those anymore, and technically, we didn't get these letters in the mail, but we are all still thankful for them. There is a group from our church in India right now celebrating Bombay Teen Challenge's 20th anniversary. One of the women must have overnighted letters from our boys--the 13 who stayed with families from our church this summer--and we received them on Sunday. It is a treasure and a gift. We have written to Amar, but haven't really heard from him. Internet access is spotty at best and virtually non-existent at the home where the boys live, so we don't hear from Amar electronically either. He took the time to write each of us a long letter telling us what he is doing and talking about his visit here with us. As we read them, we could hear Amar saying those words to us in his broken English since he writes English much the same way as he speaks it. I'm thankful for Amar, how he changed our lives, for the time we got to be his family, and for these precious letters.
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A friend just wrote me a letter just because! It was typed, but hand-corrected, and I absolutely loved it! And, I intend to write back--well, type, probably! :)
Paula, you KNOW how I love to send cards and notes to people. It shows much more thoughtfulness and personalization. Even if you type a letter--it's much more special. Thanks for reminding me.
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