The email was a thunderous dunk on an asphalt court with chain nets.
"WHAT'S MY NAME?"
Last week I stumbled and called Imanie "Melanie" (or something). She graciously forgave my mistake, and later sent me an equally gracious email with links to her course blog and a personal blog she's maintained for some time. She sent me these links as a way to help me get to know her, get to know her name, and help her get where she wants to go. I read every word.
She'll never have to tell me her name again.
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