Chelseagirl

For years now, I’ve been getting emails for another person who apparently shares my RL name. From these emails I have gleaned that she lives in Texas, has a son who plays Little League, and goes to a school with carpooling. I’ve written back to the family and friends who send these little cheerful messages.  I have had to abscond from decisions about the snacks for the team practices. I’ve also, regretfully, refused to pick up the children on short notice, hoping that that they are not left sitting waiting for their ride.

Finally I managed to contact the organizer of the Little League and explain the problem to him. He apologized profusely, and for a few months I seem to have been dropped from the list. Last week, however I received a disturbing message from the woman’s Mother, saying she was worried and could S——- call or text her immediately. I was alarmed that the daughter hadn’t been contacted so I emailed back immediately. Today I got a message for the Mother to say that all was well and they were together for Christmas.

These odd exchanges have touched me in an odd way; I feel a vague connection to that other S——-, and her family. I hope all is well with her, and deep down I hope that the emails don’t stop coming. we are connected accidentally, but it’s just another reminder of how community is made.

Merry Christmas everyone. Be well.