There is a saying about a road that is paved with good intentions. I am like the civil engineer of those types of roads.
To avoid unnecessary burden or hurt feelings, my family randomly draws names every Christmas season to decide who buys gifts for whom. It has become less of a raffle and more of Russian Rullet as to whose name I draw.
I have never failed to purchase a fantastic gift. But I almost always fail to get the gift to the recipient before October. True story.
I have recently been the receiver of other’s generosity and have been inspired to repent of my forgetful ways, but as with most of us on that wrong path, we cannot correct ourselves, ourselves.
I wrote a short email and before I knew it, well before Christmas, Santa (wearing his summer time brown outfit) brought me the answer to my problems. Well, maybe not the answer to all my issues, but surely on a road less intentional and more full of action. Shouldn’t we be men of action?
I was sent an engraved wooden box with a velvet interior. To the left were embossed cards for all occasions: birthday, thank you, get well, and love. To the right was first a manual written with the intent of instructing the sinner as to the appropriate course of action (in this case writing), and underneath were the tools needed to bring intention to fruition; stamped envelopes.
I did not learn it in school, but I have come to know, that class is learned. Class is not enough to be internal, class is shown by how one acts. Thank you notes are nothing unless they are sent.
I sent a thank you note! A new leaf? Perhaps. We will know for sure come December.
My wedding was eleven years ago, is it too late to send thank you cards?
Special thank you to Nate Tan at Forgetful Gentlemen for giving me something to aspire too, and the finest box of cards I have ever seen.