I had to come here and tell you ladies about this as soon as I got home. Some of you would remember the e-mail I wrote to my loved ones a couple months ago(I have revised it some since then, but still the same point). The one about how it felt for me being pregnant and how loved ones could show support. Well, I spent a lot of time talking to one of my instructors about my m/c and I ended up giving her a copy of that letter. Not because she said the wrong thing, but because she helped me see what I needed from others and myself to begin to heal. In a sense, her kind words made it easier for me to express how I felt. Anyway, she asked me a couple days ago if she could start using my letter in her Death & Dying class.~I'm a MA and I'm back in school to get my MAAD, Associates in Medical Assisting~She said that she thought it would really help people see what it is like for a woman after the loss of a child, a child of any age. Of course I told her that she could use it anytime she thought it would help anyone. She had me stay after class today because she wanted to tell me what happened last night when she read the letter to her class...She said that there was a girl in the back of the class and you could just tell that something was going on with her. They are really small classes, only like 15 people and she said that this girl just really seemed to have something going on while the letter was being read. She said that after class, a friend of the girl came up to her and said 'That letter really spoke to her (the girl acting strange) heart. She is scheduled for an abortion on Thursday. She says now she doesn't think she can go through with it. Thank you for reading that letter.' After she told me that, on the way home, I just cried. She told me that she was so proud standing there reading my letter to her class, proud to get to share it, and proud of me. Nothing will ever replace my baby, but the thought that this other little life will exist because of a letter I wrote at one of my lowest points...it just almost makes me feel like all of this wasn't so pointless. It's a little ridiculous, but I kinda feel like our baby saved a life. I will think and wonder about that child for the rest of my life. I don't know who the girl is, and she doesn't know who wrote the letter either, but finding all of that out today, was almost more healing for me than writing the letter in the first place. See now I'm crying again. Obviously those words in my letter mean so much to me, I just never thought I'd share it outside of my little 'family circle', not even here in the beginning, and I never thought it would have that kind of impact on someone. I had to share,thanks for listening.