I received an envelope addressed to *** Hanson, 1915 **** Ave S. The return address was hidden on the opposite side. It looked like it was a Christmas letter, perhaps containing cash. It may have come from a forgetful grandmother or wife. I thought I might make a quick twenty bucks if I were cold-hearted enough to open it and steal it for myself.
But I kept it and drove over to the person’s house today before work. He was an old guy in sweatpants and sweatshirt, there with his daughter. I explained that I was Isaac Hanson on 1915 2nd Ave, a similar address and name. He thanked me profusely for driving over and dropping it off. He shook my hand. I said you’re welcome and left.
As I left I thought of how awful it would have been if I had opened the card and taken the cash for myself. How could I look into the eyes of this nice old man and steal from him? The answer is, I couldn’t. I have a tender spot in my heart for old people like this. I think it compensates for the twisted knot where my love for infants and children should be.
Isaac
19 Feb 2010
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