I live on a fairly quiet residential street with a community mailbox at the corner. Gordon, one of my neighbors, is a mail hound like I am and closely monitors the comings and goings of the mailman as I do. We often share greetings and other banter en route to the mailbox. Yesterday, as he went to drive up the hill to get the mail, his car was hit by another vehicle. He suffered a heart attack in the collision and died. In his own front yard while getting the mail.
Consider this today’s reminder that life is so short. Take a moment to spread kindness to those you love — and all those with whom you share even a friendly connection. You never know when today’s mail call will be your last.