When a package arrives in the seminary mailroom it's a big event. I hadn't even been to check my mail when someone stopped me on my way to the refectory.
"Hey Rusty...you got a package in the mailroom." Accepting the news with a slight smile I didn't get my hopes up too high. Perhaps it was just a box of forwarded mail or maybe some books I'd left behind in North Carolina. Before I could finish lunch another fellow seminarian let it be known that a box was awaiting me in the mailroom and it looked "big." Now my curiosity was getting the best of me. So before choir rehearsal I peddled my bike over to the mailroom and I indeed had hit the jackpot. A former parent of mine at Summit School had not forgotten me all the way up here in Wisconsin. She sent a warm blanket, a good book by Donald Miller (how did you know?), several canisters of New Moravian pumpkin cookies, tea, and a card. On the handwritten envelope were the words, "Don't forget about us." How could I? It's the simple things in life that mean so much as I spent the rest of the day feeling special. Thanks Jennifer, Austin, Garrett, and Blake...for not only a wonderful taste of home if only in my dreams....
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