We talked about life, our soldiers, family, my work, and religion while each care package was carefully weighed and sealed with all the proper customs forms. He was an adept listener and good conversationalist.
It was a cold, crisp, December evening and the day turned quickly to evening so I offered to get us all coffee next door at the Starbucks.
When I returned, he was still there. By now, there was a small crowd of people entering into the Postal Annex with the same questions.
I answered them as they came and went, busily running after the next errand on their list.
With less than a week before Christmas, most people just flew by. Not this man, he waited patiently, drank his coffee, and just took the time to speak with me like he had all the time in the world.
It turned out, he happened to be a veteran. He, Charles, had also served our country proudly some years ago.
Charles said he never received any packages.
The packages were finally ready to be mailed off.
When the total came up, it was $170.00!! My mind reeled! I didn’t have that kind of money and was lost in my train of thought that the packages would have to wait until I could get more money.