Today, for a current writing project of mine, I was digging through some ancient papers. I found an old journal of mine from late 1989. Taped into the front cover was a letter.
Apparently I had written what could only be called a fan letter to Madeleine L'Engle. I was in my twenties and I thought that maybe -- perhaps, possibly, who-knows, someday -- I might write something that someone would publish. I must have shared that thought with her.
And I received this in return:
What a kind and gracious soul to take the time to respond to a (gushing, I'm sure) young woman who wrote to share her admiration and aspirations.
Forgotten for twenty-two years.
Treasured for all time.