Dear Mrs. Seehusen,

I cannot find you, so I'll send this out. I cannot even begin to express the gratitude I have for you, my angel of a 5th grade teacher. I lived in a home that was perfect from the outside looking in, but was filled with pain, torment and abuse on every imaginable level. It was so bad that I developed a studder at age 5. Mrs. B, my 4th grade teacher, delighted in torchering me.

You were patient and kind. It was truly the singular place I felt watched over and safe. You took the time to help me get over my studder, telling me it was ok, think about my words and how each sound would feel coming out. You gave me time to process.

I want you to know that my life is wonderful now! I got so much therapy. I went no-contact with my mother over 20 years ago and all of us girls breathed a sigh of relief when my father finally passed away. I've had a truly rewarding career had a beautiful daughter who is living successfully as well. I married a dream of a man who is kind, funny and a smoken hot firefighter. My days are filled with gardening, raising my step-son, and enjoying my terrible attempts at learning the violin. Can you believe it? How wonderful is that?

So, thank you. If I ever find you, know I will be over the top thankful for you showing me what it was like to be cared for. I'll eternally love you. Always.