I opened the front door just in time to see the UPS man getting into his truck and reached for the package he’d left. I was expecting a large box; but there was a small padded envelope leaning against the brick. As I looked at the name that it was addressed to, I realized it was not my package – it belonged to a Debra Carroll. Now Carroll was my mother’s maiden name. By the time that I’d called out “This is not my package”, the UPS man was headed back down our driveway carrying a large box and saying, “I left the wrong package!” I exchanged the padded envelope he’d left, for my large box and carried it to the kitchen thinking of the mix-up yesterday when I went to the pharmacy, right after a doctor’s visit.