I wonder sometimes where my obsession for sending mail to people by post (that tangible real mail they can touch with my own handwriting) comes from. Why? Why send a card just to say I am thinking of you? No news, just … I thought of you today.
I send them as often as I can to anyone who will give me an address. Why?
When I was in Bible College we had student mail boxes. Beside them was a rack of blank cards called Care Cards. Did someone help you? Did you think someone gave a great insight in class? Did someone get some sad mail and need a boost?
Care cards were there to send that message. You could sign it or not. If you didn’t really know the person but wanted to send them some love you could look their mailbox number up on the board and just stuff in a care card.
Care cards are the first place I found some real self esteem. I was overweight and not the most outgoing. I stuck to a close group of people who weren’t the cool crowd. Somewhere along the way people started to notice me.
Maybe it was that I smiled at people even if I didn’t talk. It could be my dorm mates just saw me differently after living with me… I’m not sure.
By the time I was done my first year at Briercrest? My entire dorm room was wall papered with Care Cards. With every expression of gratitude for a kindness I never realized I gave and every thought for my well being? I learned people love me for who I am.
Bible College was the first place I never ‘faked it’. Still people cared.
I was so troubled back then. Not even 18 and fresh out of high school. Homesick. Sexually confused. A bit suicidal.
Every care card got me through another day. The people who sent them to me, anonymous or otherwise, have no idea how they impacted a scared teenage girl.
Pretty sure I just figured out where my penchant for sending postal love comes from 😉