Sad Story Santa

Just before my first Christmas with my ex and his parents, I went to the post office to mail gifts to another Province as I do each year. Instead of one of the gals whom I had done business with many, many times, there was an older gentleman who came out from the back room after I hit the bell a couple of times. I get a type of slow motion feeling when I'm about to have a "coincidence" and sure enough, there it was. He was gentle and looked just like Santa Claus and proceeded to ask me if I needed insurance. I said yes as there were many Christmas gifts for family in the box. That's when he commended me for being responsible and told me a terrible story about two drivers who were delivering an eighteen wheeler full of mail one December through a dangerous area of highway in Ontario when the spun out of control and the truck hit a cliff head on. The truck went up in flames and both men were killed. Two days after Christmas, my ex and I were headed back home and I asked what happened to his Dad's youngest Brother. You guessed it... he and a co-worker died while driving a delivery truck for Canada Post one year just before Christmas.