Buried within the recesses of my desk drawer, amid the chapstick and paper clips and loose change, is one of my treasures.
I call it “The Good File.”
A testament to the kindness of others, the frayed manila folder contains messages from people who have taken the time to say something nice over the years.
Donna McSpadden, of Chelsea, Okla. Mat Cleveland, of San Antonio, Texas. Jerry Wiley, of Shell Knob, Mo. Jim and Diane Smith, of Skiatook, Okla.
Folks like these are on my Mount Rushmore. They didn’t help father a country or hasten the end of slavery.
They simply recognized what many people never do.
That class never goes out of style.