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To all the Truck Drivers


As I was driving through the mountains today, it occurred to me that Truck Drivers are unappreciated. So I want to say thank you to all of them. You drive for long hours day and night to move all sorts of things so that everyone is able to go to their nearest store and buy goods to make their own lives easier and better. You miss out on your own family life to drive the highways in all kinds of weather. You have to deal with every type of driver who is on the road at the same time as you and I can not handle how crazy some people drive. So, thank you for working under stressful conditions like, schedules, weather, road construction and crazy drivers to deliver goods for the rest of the population. I will be giving you a wave when I am driving the highways as my way of saying your doing a great job!

Today’s letter was written by Name: Tanya C
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Written From: Kelowna BC
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Stuck in the middle

Dear Middle Man,

It occurred to me this week amidst all of my moaning and bitching that you probably have the worst job possible. Decisions are made that need to be implemented and regardless of which way the outcome goes, you get the shaft. Great outcomes mean that those above you get praised for being so insightful and forward thinking while you get a pat on the back for doing job. But what’s worse is if things don’t go according to plan. When the shit hits the fan you are the one holding the bag, trying to salvage what you can from a decision gone terribly wrong. You are the one that people point fingers at. You are the one who takes the frustrations of those negatively effected by a terrible call. You are the only face that people know to blame.

You are still just doing your job.

That whole saying of give credit where credit is due doesn’t really seem to apply to you. I was once told that there is no such thing as a wrong decision. There are only decisions that lead to other decisions. Regardless of who negative the outcome, there will always be another decision tomorrow.

It’s now my time to decide. I will do my best to decide to put my big boy pants on and quit taking petty crap out on you, The Middle Man.

Cheers,

        – Dave

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Ring the Bell for Nostalgia


Yes, I was born a Leo, but others call me brash! One day following a third call within an hour to a friend, I announced myself as, “this is Annoying Dan!” He promptly retorted, “You said it, what else is new?”
At the time, having my residence in Mississippi for 25 years, the first part of which as a week-ender. The next decade found me permanently ensconced in my home fronting the 10th-hole and a bayou behind. However, I neither fished nor putted. Instead, I locked myself in any room that had any of the three computers I used – and began to write.
Upon fleeing New Orleans, I didn’t want to pursue teaching (after 10-years in Public and 20-years as a school Proprietor), nor did I wish to pursue a Computerist’s course (as I had for the previous 30 years). Having been an entrepreneur and well manifested in my independent ways, I found that writing is most satisfying (even if I am the only one to read what I write).
Following Hurricane Katrina, I moved to a new haven where I have only one computer, and yes, I write, and write, and write. And I am happy with my companions and my family who are with me – all meshed compartmentally in my Nostalgia.

Today’s letter was written by Name: Dan
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Blog: http://DanEllis.Net
Written From: Eureka Springs, AR
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Dear Motorized Petal Bike Driver


The irony of your chosen mode of transportation was not lost on me. I hope that was intentional.

Ride safe my friend.

Today’s letter was written by Name: Dave
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Written From: Outside The Bean Scene
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Dear Ma’am


Are you so afraid to die? You have stage 4 terminal cancer. I can tell that your leg hurts simply because it’s so swollen that it looks about three times as big as your other one. You’re probably so nauseous from all the chemo, and I wonder if you feel ugly and self-conscious because you don’t have hair. Do you know that you are one of the most astounding and beautiful women I have ever met? Your attitude floors me. I know that you are suffering, but you still manage to smile sweetly and say hi to me every time I walk into your room, even when it’s 4am and I’m there to make you stand on my scale and take your blood pressure. I have never heard you complain, not even that one time when you were in so much pain that you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your face. I am astounded by your grace and your courage. You are only 44 years old. In less than a year you will probably be dead. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around that, though, because all I see in you is life and beauty.


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Dear Punk Rock Dads

Thank you for giving a shit and reminding me what a real father looks like.

By society’s standards you are the least qualified human beings to ever enter parenthood. You’re irresponsible, you’re immature, you’re never home and you look ridiculous with your leopard print hair. Your entire youth has been spent fighting against the authority that you have now become.

Which is what makes you the most qualified person to ever raise a child.

You get the pain and the angst that kids go through. You understand the toll that a broken home can play on the life a child. You understand, more than most, the sacrifice that is involved in keeping a family together. You choose to be present in the moments that you are physically there because you know that those moments can be few and far between.

For those of us dads who are physically there most of the time but absent nonetheless, there is a lot that we can learn from you.

Your language may be foul. Your antics may not win you father of the year. But you have given a voice to entire generation and now you are raising the next one. You will do well and the world will change because of it.

‎Maybe the way we change the world is by raising better kids and being more attentive to those kids. Instead of writing a punk rock song maybe we just need to be better parents. I want to be around my kids, I want to be there when they want me to be there. I think that’s the punkest thing of all.

– Jim Lindberg (Pennywise)

 

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Dear Truly Special Client


You spoke so sincerely about our care for you, how grateful you are. I’m glad we did a good job. You told me you were treated “like you were special.”

Suddenly I felt horribly humbled. How dare I serve you, generic middle-aged guy, without knowing the slightest thing about you. God knows your name, what your childhood was like, who your family is, every accomplishment, how your body is feeling. I know nothing. I am an ignoramous in the face of your deep complexity, seeing only the surface of your face.

“But, you are special,” I told you, “You really are. It’s so important for you to know that”

It’s important for me to never forget it.


Today’s letter was written by Name: klc
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Written From: After work
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I still love you


Dear soon to be ex, I still love you, you have broken my heart, this time you have gone too far. You are back but you are not. You show you care but you care not. You are around but then you go.. and I know, I know you see her. I hurt, deeply, madly, desperately, I hurt. I now know I am not safe with you. How could you make me feel safe and loved again? There is no way ahead, but I still feel for you. I don’t understand God, I don’t understand why this suffering, I don’t understand why this moment in time where I am frozen, I cannot move on, I cannot move back. I only hurt. My dear soon to be ex, despite the pain, I wish you learn, and I wish you will be happy one day. I miss you and I will for a while. I only ask God for a chance to be alive again, not with you, this time with somebody else. But I still feel for you.

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Written From: United Kingdom