It's so simple, yet it probes so deeply into
the human psyche, it reveals so much about who we really are, it excites an
emotion that many of us can't deny, it asks a question that may be all too answerable
for some of us, and beyond understanding for others…
If you're ready, I invite you to reach your
own judgment.
Here's the letter, forwarded by a quiet philosopher
who works in the principal's office of
Woontin Elementary School in Bartonsburg, Ohio. The children at the
school had organized a luncheon for elderly folks who lived nearby. One of the
octogenarian guests won a small radio as a door prize, and she wrote this
thank-you letter:
Dear Woontin Elementary School,
God bless you for the beautiful radio I won
at your recent senior citizens luncheon. I am 84 years old and I live here at the
Springerly Home for the Aged. All of my family have passed away. I am all alone
now and it's nice to know that someone is thinking of me. Bless you for your
kindness to an old forgotten lady. My roommate is 95, and she's a bit cranky.
We've shared a room for 11 years, although I've tried a couple times to switch to
another floor. She has always had her own radio, but she would never let me
listen to hers, even when she was napping. Yesterday her radio fell off her
night stand and broke into a lot of pieces. It was awful and she was in tears.
Her distress about the broken radio touched me, and I knew immediately what I could
do. She asked if she could listen to mine, and I told her to kiss my ass.
To all of you wonderful children, thank you again
for my radio.
Sincerely,
Emilie Louise Bartrum
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