Dear Mr. FedEx,
Thank you for asking if I'd like some help watering the succulents on my patio, and thank you for acting like it's not unusual for them to dry out.
Thank you most whole-heartedly, however, for ignoring the mess that is my life right now and helping me sweep up the remains of a ceramic mug that slipped through my fingers.
You see, living life with that one able hand and a recovering brain has led to plenty of things slipping through my fingers, and the klutz in me to shine!
, thank you for seeing through all that and offering to help a girl out anyway.
The girl who promised you I'd be more careful, while swinging my broken hand into the doorway.