While gleaning old files, and shredding in front of the TV, I ran across this letter, attached to a policy that has been cashed in…….thought you would enjoy a little of the ‘old days’ of explanation.

 

                                                        I AM YOUR POLICY

You and I have purpose in this world, which,when broken down, are quite similar. It is YOUR job to provide food, clothing, shelter, schooling, medicine and sundry other things for your loved ones;  you do this while I lie in your strong box.

I must have faith and trust in YOU, Mr. Policyholder, for out of your earnings will come the cost of MY upkeep.  At times I may appear to be somewhat worthless to you–, but someday (and who knows when) you and I will change places.

When you are laid to rest, I will come alive and do YOUR job.  I will provide the food, clothing, shelter, schooling, medicine and other things your family will continue to need — just as you are now doing.  When YOUR work and toil is done, MINE will begin, through ME, your hands will carry on.

Whenever you feel the price you are paying for my upkeep is burdensome, remember, that I WILL DO MORE FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY THAN YOU CAN EVER DO FOR ME.

Mr. Policyholder, if you do your part, I will do mine.

 

Sincerely

Your policy

                                           ‘CAN WE HEAR AN ….’AWWWWW’