Today I came home from having dinner with my parents and I picked up my mail. I hadn't checked it in a while, so there was a buildup of flyers, bills, and solicitations. Nothing too interesting. As I came to the bottom of the stack I saw a hand written envelope.
It wasn't written to me, though. It was addressed to the former resident.
I flipped it in my hands for a half a second and decided to open it. I thought to myself that it was my duty to check it. Maybe it was important. Really, I'm just too curious for my own good.
It was a doctor's bill for a small amount of money. The money was overdue and he was threatening to put it on her credit report. My credit report's a disaster - I always argue with companies who screw me over and refuse to pay. Then they put things on my credit report. It bothered me the first time, but I grew numb to it after a while. I wonder if her credit report is ok.
I put the letter in a new envelope, addressed it to the doctor, and put in enough cash to cover the bill. No check, no return address.
It's not that I'm a nice guy. Really, I'm pretty selfish.
I like the idea of the doctor getting his letter, which was threatening and impersonal, returned with what appears to be an act of genuine kindness. Maybe it will give him faith that people are good. I love doing things that make people wonder. Just because I'm not there to see the reaction doesn't mean that it wasn't a good one.
More than anything, I do things like this because it makes me feel good about myself.
These are the types of actions that make us human well at least some of us. Thanking you for her :).
It would make me feel awesome too... My dad is a chiropractor and people owe him a binch of money... people can pay the bills and the people that dont we just dismis. I always tell him that he needs to be a little more aggressive with the people that we can actually get to pay but he likes the way he does it for now.
I woke up and stumbled to the front door to check for packages. I wasn't really expecting one, but you can never be too sure. To my surprise there was a small brown box waiting on the doorstep for me. What had I ordered? I couldn't remember. I walked back inside and tore the package open.
Inside was a book and a board game. Not just any book and board game, though - they were abominations thrust in in front of my virgin eyes. The game was called A Hot Affair and the book was Penthouse: Naughty by Nature: Female Readers' Sexy Letters to Penthouse. Confused, I check the shipping address. Sure enough they weren't meant for me.
They were my neighbor's.
What's the most money you'd pay to write a letter?
A dollar or two?
Ten bucks, if it was an important letter?
Maybe $1,000 to write a final letter to someone you really loved?
Last month, I wrote the most expensive letter of my life.