Red Hook, New York
When I was at grad school, the president of the university challenged students to write an encouraging note to one other person. A slip of paper with enough space for a couple sentences was put in the mailbox of all students. I later received one from a Jim Druart. Someone I didn't know very well, but was going to be working with at Camp Taconic over the coming summer. The rest of the group all knew each other, except for me. He said he was looking forward to getting to know me better and would be praying for me as we finished the school year.