Musings on a Thank You

Hello, my name is **** *****, I talked to you last Friday the 14. I just wanted to say thank you again for helping me so much when we spoke.

I sat down to my desk on Monday morning, ready to start the week with a warm soy latte in my hand, and this is the first email I read.  My thoughts started with, Oh, well that's thoughtful. 

Then I realized that I didn't recognize the sender's name and I didn't remember really going out of my way to help anyone last week. My thoughts quickly turned to This must be one of those junk emails about penis enlargement or blind financial donation to an out of luck prince in insert obscure country name here. 

And so I junked it.

But I'm still thinking about the email.  It doesn't say anything about penises or princes. It's not asking for my social security number.  It doesn't have ulterior motives. It's just an email. 

I have a feeling that it might still be junk mail, but what if it's not? It's hard to believe that I helped someone so much that they felt it was important to thank me 9 days later, and yet, I don't even remember talking to them. 

I do know that the possibility of it being "real" makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But my readiness to suspect a thank you email of trying to steal my identity is... a little unsettling.  

Even if my email is a fake, I could send out my own emails. They would be real, the recipients would read them, they would get the warm and fuzzys, and that is something I would really feel good about.