inspire

Dear Candice,
I have so much to say. I don't know where to begin. I guess I'll start with the inspiration for this letter.
Before school this morning, my friend Mary Katherine stopped me in the hallway. She told me that she found my blog and read every letter. Now, this was totally random and out of the blue, so I didin't exactly know how to respond. I mean, I was super excited that someone has read these, but at the same time, I was almost embarrassed. I started writing these letters before I was even in highschool...when I started, my writing skills weren't exactly on par.
But then I went and read some of the earlier ones. Yeah sure, some of the letters make no sense and the discriptions may suck, but I realized that every single word I've written has been from the bottom of my heart. And I mean that in the most serious way possible. I write about things here that I'm not sure that i would necessarily say otherwise. The stuff I write about is real.
These are my thoughts.
These are things that I think are really important that other people know.
Which brings me to another point.
I know that at least seven people have read my letters- or at least visited the site because they voted on the poll that I have  on the home screen. But that's it. No one else reads them that I know of.
I know I just said it, but I'll say it again. I write these letters because I think they are things that people need to know. Thats the whole reason I write these. If I wanted to, I could just keep all my thoughts in my head, which may be where they really belong, but instead, I choose to share them with whoever cares enough to take time to read what I have to say.
These letters are about real struggles. Struggles and conflicts that I think more people wrestle with. I just wish they knew they aren't alone.
Okay. Back to this morning.
So the last thing she said to me (or at least the last thing I remember) was, "You have a real gift, Sara. You inspire me."
Inspire. What a powerful word.
When I think about it, that's all I've ever wanted. Just to inspire someone. That's another reason I write these.
Maybe it's working.
So, Candice, who inspires you?
I love you.
Love,
Sara