Albert pedaled his old bicycle away from the post office on the outskirts of town, just as he had done every day for the past forty years. A veteran mail carrier, he knew every delivery address by heart, as if his mind were an old map. He took pride in his work, never failing to show thoughtful consideration to each and every household.
But Albert had one more special habit—he always included an “extra letter” with his deliveries. These were small, handwritten messages he would slip inside or attach to the envelopes. “Good luck with your exams,” “The sun is watching over you today,” or sometimes just a simple “Thank you” or “Take care.” Each message carried the warmth of words that felt like they came from a friend or family member.
At first, people were surprised, but those short messages soon became small moments of joy in their daily lives. Before long, many eagerly awaited Albert’s deliveries, wondering, What kind of words will arrive today? It became a cherished part of the town’s routine, and Albert’s thoughtful gesture lit a warm glow in their hearts.
However, one day, Albert suddenly fell ill. For the first time, he had to take a break from work. The flow of mail stopped, and with it, the town seemed to grow quieter. “We haven’t received any letters lately,” people murmured, “I hope Albert is okay.” The absence of his deliveries left an unexpected void.
A few days passed, and the townspeople realized just how much Albert’s “extra letters” had encouraged them. They wanted to return the kindness in some way.
One morning, a letter appeared in Albert’s mailbox. “Thank you for everything,” it read. “Get well soon.” That was just the beginning. More and more letters arrived, and soon his mailbox overflowed with messages of gratitude and well wishes. Along with words, there were handmade cards and drawings from children.
When Albert finally recovered and opened his mailbox, he was speechless at the sight of the overflowing letters. “I never realized how many people were supporting me,” he thought, tears welling in his eyes.
The next morning, Albert climbed back onto his bicycle. In his pocket were the letters he had received, ready to be delivered back to the people who had sent them. He was determined to continue the chain of gratitude. With every stop, he delivered not only letters but also heartfelt words to those waiting for him.
The sight of smiles spreading across the town was a small miracle Albert had created. And he realized—his job was not just about delivering mail, but about building a bridge that connected hearts.
