More than three months ago, I submitted an essay to the organization This I Believe. Perhaps you’ve heard their installments on NPR, where they’ll play 2-3 minute segment of someone reading their 500-word essay. The one that has stuck with me for the longest was “Always Go to the Funeral,” which was broadcast more than five years ago, and I still hear it playing in my head.
I got an email yesterday from This I Believe, thanking me for my essay and telling me that it would be on their website within a few hours. To my dismay, when it was finally posted, the line breaks were odd, and which made it appear choppy on the page and difficult to read.
I sent them an email this morning, asking if they could fix the formatting. Within two hours I received this email:
Dear Ms. Howard,
We are happy to make the changes you’ve requested to your essay. We know how much time and energy (and sometimes blood, sweat, and tears) you put into the writing of your This I Believe essay. We, too, want your essay to be the true reflection of your beliefs, and we want you to be proud of your words on our website.
Our project would not be possible without people such as yourself who take the time to carefully reflect on–and write about–their personal beliefs. Thank you for being a part of This I Believe.
Very kindly yours,
This I Believe
Now, in addition to believing in singing hymns, I believe in sending emails like the one that someone named Laura sent me this morning. Laura, whoever you are, wherever you are, thank you for making my day.