Amid the emails from stores promoting their sales, two messages conveying the most opposite ends of life’s spectrum.
The first, an update on a family friend with terminal cancer. He is at home and in his final hours. A request for prayers that his grown children make it home in time.
The second, a note from a former co-worker; the seven-year-old boy he and his wife have been fostering for two and a half years is officially their son. Included is a beautiful photo of all four of their sons.
Incredible sadness. Profound joy.
And they say email is impersonal.
