I got a letter today. I rarely get letters anymore. The envelope was small and plain. The address was scratched in the ugliest block letters you’ve ever seen--like a hand that remembered how to print halfway through each character. It hadn’t done the postman any favors. Who even had my address anymore? Yes, it was a surprising little thing. I tore open the envelope and something fell out. It was a tiny folded card. Blank white on the outside and a little bent from the mailbox. The inside was scrawled with a friendly script. I read the note over a few times before folding and placing it back in the envelope. This must have been written months ago, but just so happened to arrive when I needed the words most. The last lines kept repeating in my head.

“Remember that you’re helping people. You know more than you think, you have more than you think, and you are more than you think.”

I got a letter today from me.