My own unsolved mystery
by Lorien E. Menhennett
I’m a mystery junkie. My favorite TV shows and podcasts all involve drama, sinister intrigue, and crook catching. Right now I’m immersed in “Accused,” a nine-episode podcast about the unsolved 1978 murder of Elizabeth Andes.
And now I have an unsolved mystery of my own.
My unsolved mystery is not at all sinister though. Quite the opposite — it’s sweet; a puzzling act of kindness that I can’t completely explain.
Allow me to present my case, and the physical evidence I’ve collected.
I don’t get much mail. Not even the junk mail senders or credit card companies have found me yet. But about two weeks ago, a nondescript, cream envelope appeared in my mailbox. It was hand addressed to me in black ballpoint pen — clearly not an advertisement — but there was no return address. Curious, I opened the envelope and found a lovely card inside. The message — “Always remember … You are doing your best” — was exactly what I needed to hear that day. I’d had a long, rough afternoon at clinic and really needed some encouragement.
I was so grateful for this surprise act of kindness. But I didn’t know whom to thank.
The card itself looks handmade, which makes me think maybe it came from someone artistic. But that’s not much to go on. So I scoured the envelope for clues. I tried to make out the blurred postmark (of course the postmark would be blurred!). I think part of it says “SUBURBAN IL,” but I’m not sure. No other revealing markings on the inside or outside. I didn’t recognize the handwriting either. This wasn’t from either of my parents, my two sisters, or the friends who send me mail from time to time. My mystery writer would have needed help finding me, though. So I could try asking my parents and sisters whether they’d recently been asked for my address.
But here’s the thing: I’m not sure I want to solve this mystery. Which surprised me at first, since I’m all about the thrill of the chase. But the fact that my mystery writer sent me this beautiful card in an envelope without a return address was no mistake. She or he wants to remain a mystery. And I want to respect that.
Since I don’t know who sent this to me, I can’t thank them directly. But just maybe, my mystery writer will see this blog post and know how much this seemingly small act meant to me, how it truly lifted my spirits when they were low. I want them to know that I keep the card on my refrigerator to remind me that I am doing my best, and also to remind me that there are so many people out there who have my back — more than I even know.
So if you’re out there, mystery writer, thank you.