Thank You, Mark Hamilton!

When I read that first letter from Mark Hamilton I was full of questions. Who was this person? How did he know me? What special traits did he see in me? Having always been a curious person, I decided to respond to this unusual letter. First, let’s rewind to my life before the letter. I was a disabled single mother of a teenage boy. I was in a destructive relationship–abusive to me and my son and I was afraid to even attempt to get out of it. I felt trapped and unequipped to do anything for myself or my son. Then I received my first Heirloom book and started reading. I finished the first book and went on to the second, and then the third book. I hadn’t read and absorbed so much information since college! At first, I didn’t notice anything happening to me. My son thought I was crazy to be getting and reading those life-changing manuscripts (he didn’t seem to notice much change in me either). Then one day, when my then-significant-other was being his usual negative, oppressive self, I realized I was speaking up for myself and my son. I told the man I refused to be disrespected or allow my son to be disrespected any longer. I hadn’t noticed myself changing, but there I was! Over a matter of several months, almost constantly reading my Heirloom books, I had gone from being a scared little mouse of a woman, to having the self-confidence to “kick out” a man who was at least a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, and an all-out bully besides. Mr. Hamilton, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for seeing in me, things I couldn’t see, and loving me enough when I couldn’t love myself. I continue to read more books that are offered to me and listen to seminars and classes. My desire to learn and grow psychologically and spiritually continues to grow exponentially. I can’t get enough! Never stop what you do! I hate to think about what my life would be like, had you not sent me that letter when you did. I feel forever in your debt. Thank you again, for seeing in me what I could not see for myself.