Curiosity got the best of her in the hospital parking lot that day. The tattered envelope had already fallen open. Much of the writing was washed away. She carefully removed the soiled, hand written note that was inside, unable to make out a name.

Dear M– —on,
 
As I lay here reflecting, knowing my time is near, I thought of you. I wish I could thank you in person for molding me, scolding me, shaping me. You believed in me when I couldn’t. You saved my life that year.
 
Eternally grateful,
 
Hon. S. B. Ja–
—-e Court Judge
Former -th Grade Student

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