Small World

I have to tell a story.

We received a letter from a client yesterday talking about what a small world it is.  A couple of Christmases ago we sent a letter out to our clients that was a story from a lady in a small town in ND about how her father had helped a young family that was moving from MN to Fort Peck to work on the dam.  They had no money, 3 small children, and bad tires.  They were travelling on unpaved roads.  Her father helped them to get food, gas and tires in their small town.  The man in the young family insisted on paying him with a watch his grandfather had given him for college graduation just days before.  Years later the young man’s son, grown up now, stops back in the little town looking for the man who helped his family so many years before.  He is taken to the house where the man’s widow lives.  He explains who he is and she excused herself and returned to the room with a watch.  She said her husband wound it everyday and kept it in her jewelery box, she then gives him the watch. 

We chose to send this story out at Christmas because it was wonderful story with ties to our area.  No one knows who the young family was.

The letter we got from our client yesterday was talking about that she has relatives from this small town in ND and she keeps meaning to talk to them as they know the author of this story, in fact, she too knows her.  She goes on to talk about how some friends of hers go to Alaska and while there run into one of her relatives from ND in a gift shop.  She mentions this relatives name.  As I am reading her letter I say to my boss, I know this lady.  She was the school secretary when I was in grade school.

Okay, now everyone sing….It’s a small world after all, it’s a small world after all, it’s a small, small, world.