The one at the end of this post however, struck a different chord with me and I felt it would be worthwhile sharing it.
Now, typing is by far the least expressive form of communication which a human can undertake- but I assure you that if I were in your presence and talking to you, there would be not a trace of sarcasm in that statement.
This email is about the annual Poppy Appeal. I'm not familiar with similar appeals in other countries- but I imagine there is something analogous. If you're not British (he says- optimistically imagining he may have foreign readers), I suggest you do a bit of reading into it. If you are British, I still suggest you do some reading into it. Few people seem to know what an enormous difference the whole appeal makes. I assure you, you will garner a good deal more respect for the all-too-few members of the public who wear a cheap, tacky, nasty-looking little paper flower around this time of year.
This lack of understanding was demonstrated concisely when I was in the Air Cadets. We collected for the appeal annually in our local area, and I remember one particular occasion when a thirty-something year old man, fresh out of Sainsburys with his shopping, walked past me; grasping eagerly onto my collection pot and box of poppies; and muttered "...it's not my funeral."
This then, shows how little some people understand about how the appeal works, and how the funds are distributed. Clearly his conscience got the best of him eventually- as half an hour later he reappeared and donated about £10 on a single poppy.
Whether you are a staunch pacifist, or an advocate of foreign military intervention, there is no denying that the idea of a young mother (or indeed father); usually with children; getting help and support from a truly altruistic charity in the wake of the death of their spouse in some far off conflict. This isn't some charity that perpetuates war or violence: these are people who are there when a family or loved one receives the devastating news of the death of a loved one in the service of a cause. If you're still not convinced, you need only read some of the testimonies circulating in papers and on the web for some utterly heart-wrenching accounts where (for example) a mother has to explain to her three year old son that his dad won't be coming home. I don't believe there is a soul alive who doesn't believe that people in this situation deserve some help and support.
Despite my best efforts, re-reading this I realise how woefully inadequately I've conveyed the meaning of my musings. I implore you to read into this yourself and really understand why the Poppy Appeal is worth supporting.
In the mean time, I leave you with the aforementioned email below.