Ode to Serendipity. Gratitude Experiment: Day 71

Today I received one of those unexpected clues that all is right in the universe and that I am exactly where I am meant to be.

Every have one of those?  They are great moments.  And the more aware you become of them, the more you notice these clues.

Backstory:  I’m jealous of other people’s friendly mailmen.  Or maybe they are just always friendly in the movies.  But I know my parents have a super friendly mailman who they have had for years and they actually know all about him and his family.

My regular mailman, on the other hand, is not so much  friendly.  He is not a ‘waver’, he doesn’t’ really ever say hello and he doesn’t smile.  I can’t figure out if he’s sad or just shy.

Or maybe it’s just me.  He does seem somewhat petrified of me for some reason.  Perhaps it’s because he’s terrified by my two maniac dogs who go crazy when the doorbell rings.  Or he just really doesn’t like people anywhere near his personal space bubble.

For example, when he comes to the door with a package and has to ring the bell (I picture him wincing as he reaches for my bell), I usually open the door and come out (so I can close the door behind me and leave the crazy dogs inside). This is when his eyes open wide and he takes several big steps back very quickly, like I am going to attack him or kiss him or something.  It is the oddest thing and he does it every time. I swear I am not abnormally large, fast or loud, or even that scary looking, and I don’t go to the door if I am, in fact, scary looking.  I just can’t figure it out.

So it’s always a treat when we have our substitute mailman who covers our route when our guy is not working.  Substitute mailman  is very friendly and actually speaks and smiles.  And he doesn’t  seem afraid of me, which is a plus, and much better for my ego.  But I don’t get to see him that often.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking… Geez, this chick really doesn’t  get out enough —  the mailman seems to be the highlight of her day.  Explanation:  I work out of my house and mainly talk to my clients through email.  So, on many days, the mail delivery really is the highlight and the main opportunity for me to see daylight, hoping that I don’t melt like a vampire.  Anyway, bear with me.

Today, substitute mailman rings the doorbell.  I answer and as soon as I realize that it is friendly substitute mailman, he says “Hi, how is your Mom doing?”  I paused for a moment trying to figure out how he would even know that I have a Mom, much less that she is someone who people routinely ask me about.

I looked at him quizzically and said “fine … why do you ask?”  He explained to me that he read my letter to the editor about Alzheimer’s that was published in the newspaper over a month ago.  He recognized my name in the paper and that I was on his route that he covered for on some days.  He explained  how he remembered which house I was in and about my Mom, because his dad has Alzheimer’s too. (Note:  I do NOT  live in a small town.  This is not a regular occurrence)

We had a very nice conversation about Alzheimer’s and our parents. As I watched him walk away, I thought about how I’ve never said more than hello to him before, but he was sweet enough to a) notice the letter in the paper and actually read it, b) recognize my name, c) remember which house I was in and d)make an effort to come to the door and hand me my mail so that he could ask me about my Mom.  I sort of tear up just writing about it and the thought of it makes my heart swell a bit.

So this is why I am grateful today.  I am thankful to have received what I interpret as a sign that all is right in the universe and that I am exactly where I am supposed to be, despite how often I sometimes question the universe and my role within it.

And because my substitute mailman made my day.

When was the last time you received a clue from the universe that all is right and exactly as it is meant to be – also known as God’s winks by one book that I’ve seen, and as moments of serendipity?

8 thoughts on “Ode to Serendipity. Gratitude Experiment: Day 71

  1. We have always been lucky to have very friendly mailmen and women, they always chat a bit, and we even got an invitation to a retirement party! I hate to be shallow, but when I shop and find exactly what I want, all is right in the world for that moment!

  2. My mailwoman Venus is polite but inscrutable. Her sub is much more talkative. The UPS deliveryman is chatty but dyslexic — he always leaves boxes at 2239 that I have to march down the street to 2329. I can’t think of anything serendipitous to share, but I am grateful to the U.S. Postal Service rain, shine or budget shortfalls for delivering messages from the universe.

  3. That is very nice. My mailman could be George Clooney and I wouldn’t know it. I don’t blame this on the mailman. It’s me. I don’t take much interest.

    My husband, on the other hand, who barely speaks to me (it’s just who he is… he likes me fine, he’s just not much of a talker), recently was witnessed (by me) carrying on a whole conversation (with words and, I swear to God, gestures) with someone who I thought was a stranger at the supermarket. It turns out the stranger was our mailman. Who knew?

  4. This is wonderful. My mailman is very standoffish . I also have two large dogs and I think they scare him. I’m amazed he remembered your article – what an amazing thing. It must have really touched him. 🙂

  5. I love this. I live 8000 miles from any blood relative (including children and grandchildren and an ageing dad), but I somehow I feel I am exactly where I am meant to be. I am not afraid of change, but the thought of moving back to my native country (a first-world, very desirable land) evokes the reaction “No! Not yet, not now. I am meant to be here.”

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