Ah, the tradition of sending postcards.
I got 2 Post cards from my good friend, Herschelle,
when she visited Australia and New Zealand.
Two places I can never go see.
But I am lucky enough to be included with the people she sent postcards to.

I forgot how much I enjoy getting postcards.
I remember when I was a kid, and my Mom would send me some
from when she was in Europe.
I even remember staring at them, smelling them,
wondering what it would be like being in that same place.

I still have those postcards up to this day.

I am very grateful about little things like that.
Because people took the time to do something for you.
They really didn’t have to do it, but they did.

Even leaving a comment on this site.
(No, I am not asking for a comment)
I like it when people leave notes on my posts.
They didn’t have to, but they did.

With all the Social Networking sites out there,
I still have my regulars who never fails to check my site once in a while.

Even Birthdays.
It matters a lot to me when someone greets me on my birthday.
Even people I am not very close with.
They would take the time to email, text message or call.

It may be a simple thing, but it is a genuine unselfish thing.
Something this world needs a lot more of.