There are no coincidences…

When I went to the workshop of John B. McLemore and found 34 business cards, I was not sure why but I picked them all up.

I gave one to Kelly Kearley because she was the first person to send wildflower seeds for the Forget Me Not Wildflower Trail. She framed it and sent me a picture. She also said, “There are no coincidences.”

Makes me smile.

I asked Kellye Burt could I send out the rest. She said I could. I chose to send them anonymously.

Kindness was a very important reason for me. I felt like I had the Willy Wonka golden tickets.

When I was almost out, I asked Crystal Moore Phipps what she thought about reprinting them. She said, “Some people will always criticize you, do it anyways.”

So I did.

When I arrive to pick up 150 cards, my order is on the counter waiting on me. A young man walks up and points at the card. “Did you know him?”

I did.

I scramble for words to explain to David what I am doing. He replies that his sister Katie is going to school to help people like John.

When you come to the Woodstock Music Festival on September 23rd, you will get to meet me.

And David. And Katie. And the volunteers that they have recruited.

Katie says a lot of people look at the information and keep going. Let’s hope that will not happen on the 23rd.

Let’s talk and laugh.

Decorate a tag. Take home a card. And a pamphlet.

And a hug.

Let’s make a difference. Together.

Love your friend,

Cheryl

P.S. I will be glad to mail you a tag, a card, and a pamphlet. And an invisible hug.