This week I will be writing thank you notes inspired during the solitude a pandemic brings.
Dear USPS, UPS, FedEx, and Couriers everywhere,
I want to thank you for your service to the people in our country during the pandemic crisis. When the realization that the Coronavirus sweeping the world had managed to penetrate the often impermeable borders of the United States, most Americans took heed. We donned masks and gloves, and against our grain, we stayed home. The implications were unimaginable.
You, however, did not get to stay home and home school your children and experience the joys of baking sourdough bread. There was no binge-watching any of the series you’ve missed because you were working from dawn to dusk, reporting to warehouses to load trucks full of merchandise to deliver to people like me so I wouldn’t have to risk going to a store to buy toilet paper and be exposed to coronavirus.
So thank you for the paper towels, peanut butter, puzzles, and books. But even more, thank you for allowing me the freedom to make decisions about my own personal safety that you do not get to enjoy. As a person of a certain age who does not like to acknowledge, let alone submit to my vulnerabilities, I have had the privilege of sitting in the safety of my home and weighing the consequences of leaving it. Because of the work you do, I can sit at home and complain about being cooped up while my food, medication, and paper goods are dropped at my door. I only wish I could reciprocate and offer you the same peace of mind you have given me.
Bravo to USPS (never go away, a topic for another day), UPS, and FedEx. May you stay well and know you are appreciated.
Gratefully yours,
C. Michele Dorsey