Not too terribly long ago, I joined the Charleston Jaycees. They are an organization that focuses on helping the community through volunteering at programs benefiting society. One program we support is the ‘support our troops’ program. One of our members is an army veteran and he was responsible for bringing our attention to this program. He put together a list of items our service men and women request that will make their time away from their homes more pleasant.
Recently, I became a member of Costco, a grocery change which sells in large bulk quantities to the public. Given this, I proceeded to purchase items on the list so I could ship them to the address provided. I got asprin, razors, soap, sponges, toothpaste, and toothbrushes so I could mail them to the troops. Another thing I wanted to send over to the troops were copies of my first published book, Return From a Comatose Mind. After I was finished putting the materials together, I brought them over to the local post office so they could be shipped.
The woman working said she would be happy to help me put the items together and package them to be shipped. While we were putting the items into the box, she noticed my book and asked me if I had written it and if it was a true story. I told her it was and I had written it, I noted that our service men and women probably would benefit from hearing a positive, motivational story.
After reading the back cover, the woman said the story sounded very interesting and asked if I had another copy. She asked me how much they were, and I replied $15. “However, I’ll give it to you for $10 since you’ve helped me put this care package together for our troops.
She then proceeded to weigh the package and told me it would cost $13(roughly) to mail. I asked her if she could just take the $10 dollars for the book off the price of the shipment. She smiled and replied that she would send it for free if I signed the book for her. I happily signed the book and the care package was sent to our troops free of charge.
sweet, man!