Warm And Fuzzy Story For The Day
Not because it’s the Christams season – I hate Christmas – but because I thought it was refreshing. You’ve probably read this already, but if not, it’s about a former MLB pitcher who, fifteen years after he retired, found a box full of fan letters dating from his playing days:
Carman could hardly bear to throw the letters away. But at age 47, he didn’t have the enthusiasm to pick through them, either. So he paid his son Jackson, who is 8 years old, $4 to open and sort them. Then they sat down together, with Jackson, who never saw his father play, marveling at the rapturous odes inside. (“Dear Mr. Carman: You are my favorite baseball player. … “) At first content with merely signing the cards, Carman got caught up in the spirit and started writing notes to the now-grown kids. He lugged the envelopes down to the Naples post office, where he discovered that most of them included 25-cent stamps. “I told the postman I needed 250 10-cent stamps, and 250 4-cent stamps, and he just looked at me like, ‘What are you doing?’ “
The author of the article was one of the recipients. Amazing, really. I won’t even ask if you could imagine what [insert Bonds-ish type pro athlete here] would do in that situation.