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My Mail-Carrier, My Friend
How My Mail-Carrier Refreshed this Nine Year Old Boy’s Soul
I am a firm believer that there are special people who come through our lives for special reasons. There have been so many special people, too numerous to count in my life. Some include what I have written about:
1) The owner of the car dealership I worked at when I was sixteen,
2) My Uncle Irby and working at his gas station,
3) Jimmy and his Corvette with healing powers, and most important
4) My Special Angel, my Downs Syndrome daughter.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. Just a small sampling of those people I have crossed paths with who have had a huge influence on my life. Many other people have crossed my path as influencers too. Many of those people are right here on Medium, in our community.
You know who you are and I cannot thank you enough.
But Who am I Missing?
Last night, while playing a game of backgammon I had one of those thoughts. I write a lot about people I have known or whom I have met here on Medium. Most of my stories are happy and fun stories. But who am I missing?