An email so great, I'm sharing with the masses

ABM
I remember with great feeling the John Bethea years in your life, the sadness and the promise, and above all the hilarity surrounding the non-aesthetic temperament as he struggled to make himself something he could not possibily be. And your perceptions on the events and character. The world is a sadder place that this magnificent moment never found an audience or the spirit that motivated you never served as a channel to bring us more of the same sensibility as she grew and listened to the music in herself. I truly hope this is the something good you need today: You are not where you are going and it is not on a road you may even know exists. Am I ever wrong?
L

The above is an email I received today that has served to lift my spirits and has brought strong feelings of nostalgia. The L is my favorite professor from UM who offered me a full ride during my senior year to stay on as a Hurricane to get my MFA. The John Bethea is a crazy man who had tricked himself into thinking that he was writing the next Great American Novel. He couldn't type, so a friend recommended me to be his typist. I lasted as long as I could...not too long, but long enough to have turned my experience into a story that gained me acceptance into the MFA program at UM.

Why didn't I take the full ride?
I would be writing something great right now...
I would be someone different...
I would be some place different...