That mans wife reached out to me. Someone took the time to print the first two parts of my blog and mailed it to her without a return address and from a general Atlanta zip code. But she had already read it, she says a few “friends” sent her the link to part one. And hell no it wasn't me. I would have sent it electronically with a read receipt, if I were pressed for her to read my story. She’s easily accessible if I needed to reach out. Writing about my pain was therapeuti