Good Friends
So I have a very good friend named Jason. I don't hear from him that much, but 1 time a year, I can always expect a card from him. The marvelous day in question is: Groundhog day. For the past 9 years, without fail, Jason has sent cards to his closest friends. I always seem to forget it is coming, until I get home and see it. I really appreciate it. I mean in a digital age where everything is emailed, texted, tweeted, or snapped, it is nice to get something physical in the mail, like a card or a letter. I could be having the crappiest day on earth, but for some reason, Jason's cards always warm me up. In some way its a reminder that I am human and that I made enough difference in someones life that they actually like me and want to keep in touch with me. After getting his card, I immediately busted out my fountain pen and began writing to people that I care about. I have quite a few, but I touched a few people that were heavy on my mind. I am currentl