To the Editor:
Never would I have believed my humble words would create such a stir as what I wrote about hating memories and old songs because they just tore me up, inducing deep sadness for me and apparently to many others who sent cards, letters and some quite beautiful gifts and empathy because it so reminded them of their past.
They made me realize fully that I was not in this world all alone, that there are so many like me who have these very deep feelings that most others really pay no attention to. (Oh how I wish not to pay attention as well, but it can’t happen!)
To all of you who cared and who went way out of their way to show it, God, how you have made me fall completely in love with you. You have stripped so much negativity from my tottering self-assuredness in the nick of time. Maybe we should form a club and call it “On the brink.”
Frank Cavallaro
South Philadelphia
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