Today I received an email from a retired meteorologist who tracked me down via internet. He asked if I'd written a letter to the National Weather Service when I was 8. Why yes, I did, I replied.
At my request, he scanned it to me. He explained that when he worked there they had this letter pinned to the bulletin board. He thought it so cute that he made a copy of it and ran across it recently.
I remember the day I wrote this. I asked Dad how the weather folks predicted the weather and he suggested I write this letter. He was like that. "Look it up. Go to the library. Ask an expert."
My dad was a funny guy, somewhat self-deprecating. I imagine he encouraged me to write that first paragraph. In actuality, his father, a civil engineer, worked in the Army's weather department in India during WWII. Dad knew very well that a coin flip wasn't involved. Granddad, who lived in the greater KC area, had a weather radio and would let us kids listen to it. I'm sure this flip a coin thing didn't fool me.
Anyhoo, this man sent this to me, along with a photo of a scary cloud formation, and told me he's available to answer my questions about weather anytime.
He could have just thrown this letter away, but instead he found me (tried three different email addresses until he got a response). What a gift this letter is to me. Today, he restored my faith in humanity.
Has anyone done that for you recently?