Ain’t the pepperoni but the prose that delights.

Wow. Wee. Wow.

Not in a thousand years would I have seen that coming.

Remember the recent story of Susan Guy, the Domino’s driver in Memphis (Tennessee) who went out of her way and outside the box to check on an elderly woman who for a few days failed to order her daily pizza as she’d done for years?

And the woman in her 80’s was found to have fallen and lay for days unable to move or seek help?

Who’s to know what fate awaited Mrs. Wilson were it not for the caring and kindness of Susan and her important willingness to act and on her own initiative (even after her boss blew off her insistence to go check).

Driver Sue Guy was hailed as something of a hero across the country. She certainly received her 15 minutes of fame. Maybe 20. Deservedly.

In that post (“Skip the Sausage. Save a Life”), I’d written that I’d be writing her because commendable actions deserve recognition and praise. I was impressed by her character. On the side, I thought upon seeing her pic, “She looks like a woman I’d like.”

So a little detective work and I tracked down her place of employment and wrote a notecard.

Then yesterday to my untold surprise – and delight as it turned out – this arrived:

A card in response to mine!

I’m not prone to sharing private messages verbatim without exceptional cause or reason; this occasion meets the standard for Sue’s action and prose further convey her kindness and caring.

โ€œThank you for the beautiful card and warm words. I appreciate that it mattered to you.

“Ms. Wilson is still in re-hab but her daughter is here, and I hope things will be different for Ms. Wilson now.

“I have been very busy, catching up on schoolwork, Dominos and a new puppy. I appreciate your kindness and always feel free to contact me, if you need an ear to hear.

Thanks, Sueโ€

How. Cool. Is. That?!

It’s amazing first to receive a response at all! Then the great pleasure of a handwritten note! (who does that anymore?!) Lastly, I’ll admit that it had me also feeling that if kind people prevailed, I’d like life better. I sure liked those moments fresh on receipt of her card.

Believe I’ve located a kindred spirit and new friend in Memphis (some 2300 miles away). And yes, I’ll be writing her back.

Moral of the story (and words destined for my dying breath): Speak up. It matters.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. inaformerlifeanexpat
    Mar 18, 2011 @ 18:17:03

    Hmmm Guess good deeds do sometimes go unpunished. ๐Ÿ˜‰


  2. Raymond
    Mar 19, 2011 @ 10:35:23

    I’ve been told that single words do not a sentence make, but…wow! Great story my friend ๐Ÿ™‚


  3. longeyesamurai
    Mar 19, 2011 @ 16:53:17

    “Speak up, it matters…”

    There’s wisdom in this!


  4. lexiemom
    Mar 20, 2011 @ 12:31:53



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