Wednesday, May 2, 2012

How touching it was

I don't possess the eloquence required to sufficiently describe how touching it was to see such beautiful cards, and to find out that they were perfectly free to anyone who wished to pick one up and send it home. It means so much, well first just to see anything that pretty in the middle of a desolate desert, but also knowing that people out there cared enough to make it possible for me to send some little bit of beauty back home too, to cheer lonely loved ones back home. There's something just extra special about being able to wrap loving words in a card of beauty to match, instead of filling in lines of the same old notebook paper every day. Not that there's anything wrong with the latter, but, sometimes it makes you feel even further from home when the letters you send look as plain and dull as everything else you see every day, and the love and emotion with which you fill them seem at times diminished by the fact that they look no different than a hastily scrawled memo or piece of scratch paper at work.
 -K.S., Afghanistan

1 comment:

Sandi M said...

Not eloquent enough?? Wow, this is absolutely one of my favorite comments. I save a lot of them to inspire me and this one is so perfect and really explains it all. Just to think about it, a desolate desert as he said, and we send beauty and caring of a card lovingly made with thought and prayers for safe return. I love it. I'm totally inspired.