Sunday, June 2, 2013
It's A Small World After All
And then something happens and I'm like, Wow. The world is so small. How can this be?
So I will share with you the Small World experience I had this week. Partly because it's mind boggling (How can this be?) and partly because it's so...awesome.
Because I know there's absolutely nobody new here (because, come on, why would there be? I hide out here with you guys. Just us upside down chickens, right?) I will work under the assumption that you know what I'm talking about when I refer back to a post from weeks ago about the Boston Marathon bombings and the Schneider award money that I divvied up among the victims.
This week I received a lot of lovely sympathy cards in the mail (which you all know refers to the event of last week's post). I have a cool little envelope blade that I use to open all my mail. It's not a "letter opener" per se. It's a razor blade on some bank's promotional item, only I can't tell you which bank because the logo's all worn off.
It's a nifty tool. Zip! Zip! Zip! I open all the mail, back side up, then flip the stack over and process. And as I went through the cards expecting one thing, what appeared in the third card was something I had to reread because it took me the whole note to realize that it had nothing whatsoever to do with my mother.
It was from somebody else's mother.
A mother who was also a bookseller.
One whose store I'd visited when I'd been on tour in 2001 for Sammy Keyes and the Hollywood Mummy.
Okay, that was twelve years ago, and even though I mailed a few Christmas cards in the interim, I hope I'm forgiven for not connecting the last name on the check I made out for a victim who lived in Boston with the last name of a bookseller in Washington state. It was with complete disbelief that I read her note thanking me for the donation for her daughter and reminding me that I'd visited her store all those years ago.
It was one of those wonderful "moments" when the world feels like a neighborhood where the neighbors come together to help each other out.
Just when I'm sure the universe is too big for anything I do to matter I'm reminded how small the world is after all.