I read the words over. I thought about my response. My pulse quickened. My heartbeat grew stronger and louder. I typed. I stopped. I pondered. I considered the possible responses. I sighed heavily and sank in my chair. It didn’t matter what I wrote. I didn’t matter if my intentions were benign. Anxiety filled me as I thought about how I would be complained about yet again.
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I am certain that your success as a runner, and in all things is due more to the strength of your fighting spirit than anything else. Seabee