Gemotions

The missive was an angry scrawl, a teenager’s rant to a school principal. She hadn't sent it, but now she remembered the injustice she had felt. She was reading the letter, still feeling the heat of those long-ago arguments. Now, years later, she was a respected lawyer, championing the rights of others.

She reread the fiery words. The letter, once a symbol of frustration, now represented the genesis of her career, the start of her fight. She felt an energy, an electric current coursing through her. She leaned back in her chair, a slow smile stretching across her face.