It All Started With a Letter

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I love to write letters.
I've written funny letters, serious letters, letters to people I don't even know, and very important letters - letters that mean a lot. As I write a letter to a friend, I know she can read my fast hand writing, but to others that have never seen my writing, I print, slowly, carefully, watching the ink spill away. I pray about it, every stroke, that it would mean something, make sense.
      Letter writing is a lost art. An art that needs raising from the hidden depths and foggy swirls of e-mail and phones. You can keep letters forever.

      Sometimes it makes me sad that I'll never see a meaningful letter again, an enclosed photo or drawing, and my heart hurts when I think that my special words might be lost on deaf ears, might be tossed into a nearby trash can as the receivers laughs at me. But then I realize - it was in my heart for a reason. It was sent for a reason. And I won't give up.

Revive the art of letter writing. I challenge anyone who reads this to take a full week to send letters to their friends. E-mail won't be around forever. Letters, they will. They're something you can hold in your hand and realize, "My friend held this" or "That special person held this." You can only look at e-mails on a computer screen. You can't touch it, you can't tuck it away carefully, and you can't treasure the sender's handwriting.

Send letters. The written words is far more powerful than the glow of a character on a computer screen.

Fighting.
- Hannah