UNTHANKED PEOPLE ~~
By: Steve Goodier
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WHEN William Stidger taught at Boston University, he once reflected upon the great number of unthanked people in his life. Those who had helped nurture him, inspire him, or cared enough about him to leave a lasting impression.

One was a schoolteacher he'd not heard of in many years. But he remembered that she had gone out of her way to put a love of verse in him, and Will had loved poetry all his life. He wrote a letter of thanks to her.

The reply he received, written in the feeble scrawl of the aged, began, "My dear Willie." He was delighted. Now over fifty, bald, and a professor, he didn't think there was a person left in the world who would call him "Willie." Here is that letter:

My dear Willie,

I cannot tell you how much your note meant to me. I am in my eighties, living alone in a small room, cooking my own meals, lonely, and, like the last leaf of autumn, lingering behind. You will be interested to know that I taught school for fifty years and yours is the first note of appreciation I ever received. It came on a blue-cold morning and it cheered me as nothing has in many years.
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Not prone to cry easily, Will wept over that note. She was one of the great unthanked people from Will's past. You know them. We all do. The teacher who made a difference. That coach we'll never forget. The music instuctor or Sunday school worker who helped us believe in ourselves. That scout leader that cared.

We all remember people who shaped our lives in various ways. People whose influence changed us. Will Stidger found a way to show his appreciation--he wrote them letters. ~
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Kind words can be short and easy to speak
but their echoes are truly endless.

~~Mother Teresa -

--SOMEONE CARES ~~

--[PASS IT ON]

--GOLD-STAR SERVICE ~~

~~~THE grocery cashier handed me my receipt, pointing out the survey at the bottom. "If an employee gets positive comments from customers, we receive a pin like this." she said, tapping the gold star pinned to her shirt.

Joe the bagger said, "I'm the only one here who doesn't have a star." Joe was in his forties and had a disability. He had worked at the grocery for years and always been kind to my kids.

In the car, I filled out the online survey. I texted friends and family who shopped at the store and told them about Joe and the survey.

Weeks later, Joe had two gold stars pinned to his uniform. His smile was shining brighter than those stars. Why not let essential workers know how much you appreciate their service?

--'Guideposts'/DS~
[Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on. 'Twas not meant for thee alone. Pass it on. Let it travel down the years, let it wipe another's tears, till in heaven the deed appears. Pass it on. ~]