After a week filled with horrific human-caused tragedy and
ever back-biting political squabbling, the world looked decidedly black. Then my faith and hopes for mankind were
suddenly restored, if only by the width of an eye-lash, when I received a
letter and shipping box from the lovely family who bought my San Rafael,
California house seven months ago.
When Tony and Francesca purchased my house back in December,
I happen to let it slip that one of the things I will miss the most about the
house was the plum tree in the backyard. We not only enjoyed plums every
summer, but my mother and sisters would drive up from San Jose every July and
we would can four dozen quarts of plum jam. It was something I looked forward
to every year.
Yesterday, UPS delivered a small crate of tree-ripened plums
and a letter from Tony and Francesca. The letter told of how they had searched
for almost two years for a house and were at the end of their rope when they
found the house of their dreams—my house. They thanked Herman and I for all the
extra effort we when through to insure the sale went through (it was a bumpy
ride that didn’t come together until the last minute) and they told of how they
and their two children have come to love that house, and the new neighbors who
have become close friends. They are now living their dream, and said it was one
of their greatest blessings that Herman and I came into their lives.
Needless to say, Herman and I are thrilled that Tony and his
lovely family have found happiness in the house I lived in for thirty years. We
weren’t sure until today how they really felt about the house, but reading
their letter brought tears to both our eyes (what can I say, we’re so gay.)
That letter pulled me back to the reality that there are
billions of Tony and Francescas in the world, good loving people who are
grateful for small blessings and who go out of their way to spread joy in other
people’s lives.
Thank you, Tony and Francesca, for your kindness and for
helping me see the goodness that surrounds me.
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