She’s brought news to my mailbox as long as I have lived here, and she’s quitting soon.
The newspaper lady – a woman capable of projecting a rolled newspaper into a mailbox newspaper slot while only barely slowing her vehicle. Ten years worth of daily news, and I can’t remember that she ever missed a day.
But impeccable aim and service are not her finest qualities. Every month without fail I received handwritten “thank you” notes for an added monthly $2 tip. She has the distinction of being the only person I ever knew to thank me for a “refreshing” tip, never failing to end her notes with the “God Bless” that is her steadfast trademark.
Even the notes don’t capture Naomi. The newspaper has cut her salary to 30% of what it was ten years ago, and carpel tunnel surgery is going to be her reward for all those magnificent hand-offs.
We have all known someone like her. Someone whose work ethic and faith fused a path she was happy to follow. And it is probably that simple happiness that is her finest quality, the greetings exchanged each winter afternoon as I trudged the neighborhood, the excitement as my garden came to bloom in the summer. She saw it, shared it all, every day, without fail.
Life is steady, purposeful, for people like Naomi. I will miss her.
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This is SO sad, you made me cry.
What will she be doing now?