I broke down the other day. It was too much. I was, oh Daddy I wished to God you were there. I know I don’t write as often as I should, but knowing that you won’t reply makes it so hard for me to write. I store all these
My lovely daughter,
I thank God for getting you that job. I also want to thank you for being creative and innovative to the extent that you pull up and get contacts that have resulted in getting the job, however, I really don’t know how you were “out sourced”.
I pray that
Things are happening. Really great things… I got a job. Nobody hooked me up, it was all me. I mean, I didn’t even apply, I was “outsourced”… I don’t know if the word existed in your time. All I know it’s a good thing because, it meant I had