Emails, letters or messages that make me feel something are not those that are about affection towards me, but those about honest admittance of helplessness from a need, a want, a whim, a situation, a person, a feeling, an act, what have you. Not because I applaud weakness (and I do not see these necessarily as signs of weakness), but because there is grace in disclosure of vulnerability. Maybe it is the idea of their faith that I am someone they can trust that overwhelms me.
There are two of such that stand out for me.
The first, I received eighteen months ago and the other, last night.
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