When was the last time you wrote something by hand? What was it?
Allie sat at her desk, twiddling the pen between her thumb and forefinger. There was a sheet of blue stationery on the desk pad. It was decorated with puffy clouds.
The minutes ticked away silently while Allie gazed at the paper, willing words to form in her mind. “I should just type this and print it off,” she thought. “It would go faster. This is driving me crazy.”
It had been a while since she had used a pen for much more than putting her signature on her case notes, or signing a check. “People don’t write by hand any more. They’re not even teaching cursive writing in a lot of schools. It’s a shame. Handwriting is much more personal than typing, and it’s becoming a lost art.” Allie’s mother’s words echoed in her mind as she waited for inspiration.
She needed to apologize. She wanted to apologize. She had offended someone she cared about, and even though it had been an impulsive thing to say, there was no excuse. But for some reason, the words just wouldn’t form in her mind.
Finally, she flipped open her laptop and opened a new document. Ah. This was going to work! Her fingers flew over the keys as she typed. ” Dear Carlie, I’m so sorry. . . . .”
As she finished it up and proofread her work, she glanced again at the blue paper and the pen lying on it. Smiling, she picked up the pen and began to write, copying the words from her computer screen onto the stationery. She signed it, put it in the envelope, addressed and stamped the envelope, and tucked it into her purse. She would put it in the mail when she left for work.
A couple of days later, Carlie was surprised to find a handwritten card in her mailbox along with the usual daily junk mail. She saw who it was from, wondering, and then smiled as she opened it and began to read.
“Wow. This must have been really important to Allie if she went to all the trouble of writing it out by hand!”