By Amy Scheer
Coordinator, Communications & Paper Group
Oh, paper. Where would I be without you? You liven up my morning
commute with the daily news report or a great story that may or may
not be about great and noble houses battling for power in a far away
land called Westeros. (That was a Game of Thrones reference for
those of you not in the know.)
You hold my morning coffee, for which I am eternally grateful. Even more so for the insulating sleeve that keeps my hands from getting scorched with every sip. You keep my eggs and fruit from getting smashed on its way from the farm to my breakfast table, and I really appreciate that. Keep up the good work.
You help me keep my thoughts organized when I write them down, and in doing so, create a living record of my experiences. It’s both painfully embarrassing and amazing to be able to read through 10+ years of journal entries.
Paper, you help me communicate with the people who are important to me. Every year, my dad makes me a birthday card – nothing fancy, usually just a folded index card decorated with marker and his trademark nearly-illegible handwriting. These cards are quite special to me, and I’ve saved nearly every one. I also know that every time I send my grandparents a card – whether it’s to say “thank you” or simply “how’s it going?” – they appreciate it.
I would be lost without you! I can’t count the number of times a paper map, atlas or even just directions scribbled on the back of an envelope have saved me from being hopelessly lost in unknown territory.
Most of all paper, I know that when our time together is through that I can recycle you, giving someone else the opportunity to love and cherish you the way I have. Thank you for being there for me, I hope I’ve done the same for you.