  Snail Mail God bless the actual two-way correspondance of snail mail. Weeks ago, I'd written a letter to Jeanne L. from my days in the rehab center/mental hospital ten years ago. The woman who got me to begin writing with a simple exercise at the end of the night, sketched out with an issued pencil that was collected after the exercise so that I wouldn't use it to hurt myself.
And today, I got a letter back from her. A quick note, but a touching one. She actually remembered me after all this time! and how entagled my mind was when unable to express so much of what was inside of me. She just celebrated her 20 years of sobriety. What a joy to hear that she's doing so well. 
