I still have the first manuscript I ever wrote, a terrible crime thriller with your handwriting across the title page: “My future famous author.” Your belief in me taught me that I had worth beyond my body. I was good at something other than sex. There was something about me that could be successful.
I grew as a writer thanks to you believing in me. I went on to publish books. I went on to make the Top 100 in my genre on Amazon. I went on to have glowing reviews on my books, from people I had never met. I published in magazines and newsletters. And most importantly, I helped write a training that could prevent others like me from being trafficked.
All due to that little note on the front page of a horribly written fiction novel in the 7th grade. All due to you.
Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for not hesitating to tell me you believed in me. Thank you for seeing my worth and working to help me see it, too. You changed my life for the better.
Love love love,