I received an e-mail today. It began… Be careful how you address your e-mails. You might accidentally send a cheery note to someone that needs it or a troubled letter to someone who could help. I know I Fwd many jokes and reply to notes daily. I also know my hope is to cause a giggle or create a bit of serenity. One story that was shared brought a special ray of Hope to my day.
Chris was a friend to many, but Chris like many of us had a hard time sharing troubles. Chris was always the first to share a personal joy you had or enhance your gratitude with a story of his own.
Chris was in trouble. He had lost his job. Chris’ wife had a lump in her breast. Chris was strong and stupid by never sharing his mental burden. Chris was near the end of his mental rope. An E-mail arrived from a group list he was acquainted with. It was a picture of a silver back ape hanging from the knot on a large rope. The caption read “When things are tough tie a knot and hang on but e-mail me first.” and it was signed by God.
When Chris clicked on reply he missed the mark and clicked on reply all. Chris intent was a short thank you for the smile and reminder to trust God in all things. Instead he pour out his soul to a large group of people most of whom he had never met. Unknowingly this reply was forwarded to 1000s of folks. It is rumored even St Peter got a copy. Chris received 100s of E-mails promising prayers and 1000s of e-mails with upbeat happy messages
That very day things began to happen. The phone rang with news from the doctors. The breast biopsy had come back cancer free. The Doctor also told him an anonymous person had paid the bill in full. There was a call from his former employer. “We can’t hire you back in your old position. Would you consider running the Sales Dept. instead?”
The Mailman brought a surprise also, a letter from his estranged brother. They hadn’t spoken a kind word in twenty years. There was a large cashiers check and a short note. Why do I have to hear of your troubles from an angel? Call me collect, so we can talk. It was signed your loving brother Sam. There was a second letter Chris was afraid to open. It was from his son and they hadn’t spoken in many years. Finally Chris screwed up his courage and opened it. The note was short but tear stained. Dad…. I’ll be there Friday to help. Love Tommy.
Be careful when you address your e-mails. You never know who will get a copy.
NOTE: This is a true story. I’ve changed the names to protect the identity of the friend.