The Write Stuff
As I wrapped up another long day at work this evening, I was more than ready to head home, but there was one more very important piece of paperwork that I needed to complete. A letter to my pen pal. Yes, for the first time since I was in grade school, I have a pen pal, and this is not just any pen pal. My pen pal happens to be one of the men who comes to the day shelter for homeless men where I have the privilege of working.
Stan and I have known each other for over four years, and we see each other five days a week, yet we are still pen pals. I do not recall when our correspondence began actually, but now, I cannot imagine my life without the notes that Stan so tenderly presses into the palm of my hand several…
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