Saying "Thank You"

Staff Writer
The Chronicle Express
Dear Bill,

I can’t tell you how much your note meant to me. I am in my eighties, living alone in a small room, cooking my own meals and like the last leaf of fall, lingering behind. 

You may be interested to know I was a teacher for fifty years, and yours is the first note of appreciation I ever received. It came on a blue cloud morning, and it cheered me as nothing has in years.
“ . . . when you say “thank you” to someone, it’s a small moment with big ripples: a confirmation of a deep and wonderful truth, that we all depend on each other, that we are all joined - across the dinner tables and across the world - in a web whose threads are innumerable acts of giving.”
Dear Bill,

I can’t tell you how much your note meant to me. I am in my eighties, living alone in a small room, cooking my own meals and like the last leaf of fall, lingering behind. 

You may be interested to know I was a teacher for fifty years, and yours is the first note of appreciation I ever received. It came on a blue cloud morning, and it cheered me as nothing has in years.
“ . . . when you say “thank you” to someone, it’s a small moment with big ripples: a confirmation of a deep and wonderful truth, that we all depend on each other, that we are all joined - across the dinner tables and across the world - in a web whose threads are innumerable acts of giving.”