Last week, I sent out a batch of postcards to family and friends. In it, I sent a postcard to my former physiatrist (rehabilitation physician) - because he really helped me a lot through all my brain issues and my leg issues, etc. and I thought he'd get a kick out of it. Because I don't have his home address, I mailed it to his office with a note that said something like "I had to do it myself, but I finally did it."
Anyway, I got a short email today from one of the gals in his office, thanking me for sending the postcard and telling me she bought a copy of my book. Which was cool in itself. So I emailed her back thanking her.
Her reply was really special to me. She remembered me after all these years because I was one of the doc's success stories, and the first success story she had a part in. She also said the doc still uses my story to encourage patients who feel like they'll never get better.
That totally made my day.
Plus, she said the doc was taking the postcard home to show his wife. :grin: I hope he's getting a kick out of this. I bet when he first stepped into my hospital room all those years ago, he didn't think I'd be writing books someday.
(For the record, this is, of course, not the doctor I did a memoriam for in Dying Embers. That was for my favorite college English professor, who unfortunately passed on before I could thank him for being so damn tough on me and making me a better writer.)