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Little Things Are Important


                                             This is a personal story, not about my business.

                                             While cleaning up for a home refinance appraisal in mid-November, I
                                             found some unsent thank you notes. They were written by our kids for
                                             Christmas gifts that relatives gave them for Christmas in 2015. I was
                                             embarrassed and felt terrible about misplacing such important
                                             correspondence. Having our kids write thank you notes for gifts they
                                             receive is an important part of trying to teach them good manners and
                                             gratitude.

                                             I felt like a failure. For a moment I thought about what to do with almost
                                             a dozen unsent thank you notes. If I put them in the trash nobody but me
                                             would ever know it. Nope. Hiding a problem that was my fault seemed
                                             cowardly and I knew it was the wrong thing to do. I considered letting
                                             the kids decide, then realized that their pandemic-amplified apathy
                                             toward everything would probably result in a unanimous vote for the
                                             trash can, so I didn't even ask for their input. Instead, I did the same
                                             things that regularly get me through challenges big and small: admit that
                                             I made a mistake, take action to correct it, and then accept the outcome -
                                             good or bad.

                                             First, I told everyone in our household about my error and apologized
                                             for how it also impacted them. Next, I addressed the envelopes, stamped
                                             them, and got them in the mailbox that evening. Then, I waited for the
                                             inevitible phone calls that I knew would come. And they did. I've gotten
                                             phone calls from every single recipient telling me the same story: they
                                             just got a thank you note that must have been lost in the mail for years.

                                             To each caller I explained that I, not the USPS, was to blame. After
                                             telling them what really happened, nobody was upset or critical. The
                                             story behind the delay seemed humorous to some of them. Many
                                             expressed how nice it was to get something personal in the mail, even if
                                             it was several years late. Most importantly, the calls led to better
                                             conversations with those relatives than I've had in a long time. The
                                             phone calls refocused me on how easy it is to lose touch, even in the era
                                             of Zoom, and how important - and easy - it is to stay connected or get
                                             reconnected with people we care about. Aloha!

                                             Sam Petitto


                                             PPIAC Chair of the Board


                                             chair@ppiac.org
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