Kennedy (1/1)

In May, I met someone who helped me. She was a fan and just by accident, we met. Being gracious and kind, I took her for lunch. She was calm and respectful. We had good conversations, but then she turned it to my well-being. She asked if I was well and if I had had any problems. I told her no, but did give her a way to send me mail. Since then I have continued to speak with her, but not as much. She knows when I'm sick, upset, and angry. She has seen me get angry before and that is something that only the ones closest to me get to see. I fear my temper. It is one of the worst sides to me. I hope every day that no fan ever has to see me lose my temper.