When I was growing up, there was a television show called The Millionaire. In the show, personal representative of millionaire J. Beresford Tipton (Michael Anthony) doled out one million dollars to a worthy nobody every week. Of course, the plot revolved around how this windfall affected their life. At the time, one million dollars was a lot of money. The only caveat was the recipient was to agree never to reveal the source of their new wealth. I suspect the IRS wasn’t involved in this agreement. :-)
Today is St. Valentine’s Day*, a day I loathe, as I’m alone. Obviously, if there was someone in my life, celebrating it would be terrific. But alas…
I was preparing dinner last night, when the doorbell rang. It was the UPS guy. He presented me with a small, heavy package. I hurriedly opened it and discovered a surprise!
NO, it wasn’t one million dollars, but rather a serious amount of ammunition in the calibers I own and shoot! Accompanying the ammo was a note. Obviously someone reads this blog, read I am ‘ammo poor’ and took it upon themself to send me a gift of reloads! How cool is THAT?
I don’t know how soon I’ll be able to go shooting, again, but it’s nice knowing people whom I’ve never met are kind enough to send me gifts. I’m quite moved and humbled. And now more sufficiently armed.
And as I’ve no way to thank them personally, I’m posting about it. And, I’ll never reveal the source. Part of my agreement.
You never saw a happier worthy nobody!*I’ve asked this before – WHY is it just Valentine’s Day, unless one references the massacre? It’s not Patrick’s Day?