Mailmanís good deeds go beyond delivering letters
Thank you, Mr. Ken, for removing the big limb from my roof.
In case you donít know who Mr. Ken is, he is Ken Pruett, mail carrier for our community.
A few days ago, a big limb fell on the roof of my home. I could not reach it. It was on the edge of the roof over the carport near my mailbox. Later in the week, I came up the driveway, and the limb was gone. I knew that the moment Mr. Ken had removed it. That made my day.
Everyone likes Ken. He makes our community a better place to live. Sometimes, I wonder how he survives the cold, heat, rain and snow, but it doesnít seem to bother him. God calls workers in all occupations, and I believe Ken has been called to be a mailman. I know you know his secret ó he has God as his assistant, and thatís all that matters. The deeds and help that we do for others is all that we will take with us when we leave this world.
Ken, keep doing the things you do. You have made a difference in our lives.
To the Salisbury post office: Thank you for selecting Ken Pruett for our mailman.
ó Willa Mae Morton
Salisbury
Riding to the rescue
I want to express my and my familyís sincere gratitude to the East Rowan Saddle Club. My family was on their spring horse and wagon ride when my horse accidentally got away from me and ran off. No one could find him for about 12 hours. He was gone all night, and we were sick with worry for his safety. Numerous people from the saddle club looked for him until dark, and the next morning several more went as soon as it was daylight.
A man named Owen and his wife Tonya even went to get their tracking dog and tracked him until they lost his trail.
That morning while we were out looking for him, I received a call that said he had been found. Mark Zigler and his wife had been on the ride the day before, and he told me later he couldnít get my lost horse out of his mind. He went home and got his horse Scooter and tracked my horse until they found him in a field behind some very dense woods. I have never been more relieved in my life than when I saw my horse coming across the pasture with Mr. Zigler.
The way the world is now with all the meanness and fighting going on, it is so wonderful to have people who care about other people and animals the way these do.
I can never thank everyone at the Saddle Club enough for their help in finding my horse this past weekend, especially Owen, Tonya and Mark Zigler and, of course, Scooter.
ó Tammy MacKinnon
Lexington