Small Town Hospitality

Sam Basel January 22, 2009

A few weeks ago, at the height of the holiday season just before Christmas, my wife and 3 kids (all under the age of 5) were out running errands around Estes Park. After a trip to the Post Office, my wife and all three kids were excited to have received the little red cards in the mail that tell you there is a package waiting in the off-site overflow package facility. Her account of what happened on that trip puts into words one of the many reasons why we love living in the small mountain town of Estes Park.

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We headed out the door with our red parcel pick up cards in hand. The three kids were anxious to see what kind of packages they were going to receive in exchange for the cards! When we pulled up to the building, there were many other vehicles already parked outside and, I was guessing, quite a line of people inside. I debated on whether or not to unbuckle all three kids and take them inside to wait in line. The other option was to let my husband take the cards by himself and pick up the packages. But the excitement bubbling from the backseat was too much – we were all going to head inside to see what was waiting for us!

One gentleman held open the door for us as we marched into the building. As usually happens when 3-year-olds are present, curiosity was the name of the game while we waited. The door-holding gentleman joined in the conversation and happily verified that yes, the large metal thing was indeed some sort of heating device for the warehouse.
When it was our turn at the counter, the postal worker quietly checked with me first to see if it was okay for the kids to have candy; I greatly appreciated his asking rather than just handing the kids some sugar. Upon seeing the size and quantity of the packages, the aforementioned gentleman offered to help carry them to our car. I escorted the children to the car, got them buckled in, and quickly returned for the packages. The gentleman had several of his own parcels to carry out, so while I reached for my own packages, yet another gentleman collected what I couldn’t carry and followed me out. Another kind person opened the door for us. To the car we went!

That day, I was amazed at the kindness of strangers. I believe that, had this experience taken place in a big city, it would have gone quite differently. Thank you to the people of Estes Park who were selfless and patient while we anxiously picked up our Christmas packages.

Estes Park is a great town because of the caring people who live here. Again, I thank you!

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