Story Behind the Mail

Sweet Mother of Christ, Hallelujah! Seems like an avalanche has rolled up to my door. The mailbox was stuffed with letters from several different organizations and a couple of catalogs, and being a Tuesday, there was also a wad of junk mail. Remembering the thick manila envelope, IaEUR(tm)d received from the VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) in mid-January with an assortment of giftsaEUR"e;a nice tablet-size calculator, all-occasion cards, address labels, a couple of notepads, a calendar, even a gift-bag. My conscience just wouldnaEUR(tm)t let me rest after receiving all these cool little gifts. I just had to send a donation to help with postage and handling. I think thataEUR(tm)s what caused the avalanche of mail that landed at my door. Deciding right then to keep a count of all incoming mail, I began to write down the names and contents of each envelope, thinking it couldnaEUR(tm)t possibly be too many more after this shipment. Boy was I ever wrong. I started receiving cards of all kind, prayer booklets, prayer relics, rosaries, crucifixes, and medals. Besides the letters, the phone calls started, so I started listing them too. Within a couple of weeks, I had accumulated several pages of organizations requesting help either by phone or postal service. And the brain being the peculiar organ that it isaEUR"e;my brain anywayaEUR"e;it gets restless at times for more activity. Firing up the computer, I started a real list of all the charitable organizations I hear from daily and decided to make my list an open project.