Turn Up For That Red-Letter Day

, , , | Working | January 28, 2017

(I was adopted as a baby, but never had much curiosity about my birth family. At 27, I begin to have some medical issues, and it soon becomes apparent that I will need to make contact, and maybe my curiosity wins out a little. I find the address of my birth mother and decide to write her a letter. It sits on my kitchen table for three days before I feel like I have the courage to mail it. I finally decide to try, and grab it as I go out the door. I get to the vestibule of my apartment building, and our mail lady is there, filling boxes.)

Mail Lady: “Hey, A6, how’s it going?”

(Even though we’ve only lived there 6 months, she is the sweetest, friendliest woman and always jokingly calls people by their apartment numbers.)

Me: “Hi! It’s um… going good!”

Mail Lady: “Nothing good for you today, it looks like probably a bunch of junk… Oh, hey, have you got a letter there? I can take it!”

(She holds her hand out for it, but I don’t give it up. I promptly start crying. She smiles gently.)

Mail Lady: “Not quite ready?”

Me: “It’s… it’s a letter to my birth mother. I was going to go to the mailbox to see if I was strong enough to drop it in.”

(She gently puts her hand on mine.)

Mail Lady: “Now you don’t have to.”

(I look at her uncertainly.)

Mail Lady: “I’m a sign, A6. Me being here right at this exact moment is the sign that you’re supposed to mail that letter.”

(She gently takes it from me and I let her. I’m speechless, all I can do is wipe my tears.)

Mail Lady: *smiling at me as she leaves* “They’re gonna love you.”

(I went out to my car and cried for ten minutes. Reuniting with my birth family has been an emotional rollercoaster. In five weeks I am going to meet my birth father for the first time. Thank you, Mail Lady, for making all this possible for me… Without you I might never have mailed that letter.)

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