Early this morning I was typing and thought again of what a marvelous gift it was that I was taught to type. Gifts that serve you almost every day of your life and offer you the ability to be known but also to acquire a great deal of education, being, and meaning are not to be taken lightly. I have often said it was the only thing I learned in high school that continues to serve me every day. How many gifts have you been given that you use every day and have for 46 years? The person who taught me how to type was Mrs. Linda Milam, my typing teacher in high school. After I had come to my senses after living out on the road for several years I wrote to her and told her thank you and apologized for how I had lived. I had not lived up to the man who had been given such a fine gift. For years I continued to write her every time I had accomplished something of note so that she would know her investment in me was not in vain. Two years ago she responded to me and asked for my prayers. Last year she wrote to me again asking for prayers. That letter was laying on my desk needing to be answered when I got word that she had passed away. I was swept away.
Mrs. Milam I so loved you. You had been so kind to me in school and had treated me with genuine care. You made me believe you believed in me. I miss you. I will see you again. God is so kind. Love, your devoted friend. Lee Benson
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