Dear Atticus -
Today I ran, what was quite possibly the the slowest seven miles I have run since I started running again (almost four years ago). I could blame my time on the wind, a possible ear infection, allergies, sore knees and ankles, an inadequate diet and water intake, or an interrupted training schedule. And I am certain that those things probably contributed, but the truth is my heart just wasn't in it today. The marathon I had been so faithfully training for over the past five months has been canceled and I don't really know when my next race (of any length) will be. We live in a time of uncertainty, with no certainty to be seen, even on the distant horizon.
During the past three months, as the world has effectively shut down in many countries, I have seen some of the best and worst of humanity. There are those who have pulled together, doing their best to continue to live and help others to live, also. They are the lights in the darkness and I can only hope to be a star to their sun. Then, there are those who seem to thrive on petty bickering - finding fault without even considering the bigger picture. I know some are green with envy, but I still believe most mean well in their own way.
You have suffered significant backlash because of a marketing decision you made. I don't believe those who have commented negatively regarding your method of donating are considering that you still have to make a living during this time, just as much as anyone else. I also don't believe they've considered that Atticus Poetry is more than just one man. That you have employees working for you - depending on you for their livelihoods. And perhaps, I am the one who is wrong. Perhaps, all that fuels you is greed. But I have read all of your words that I could lay my eyes on, and they have saved my life more than once. I refuse to believe that those words came from anyone other than who you have always claimed to be - someone who cares, and is trying to help in the best way they know how.
I remain your humble fan,
eL Smith