I once made my English Literature teacher unintentionally cry. She kept touching her heart area, and giving a speech, waving MY essay, started to cry and then left the class. She shocked me, even embarassed me a little, but we all laughed. And I never pursued it. I never tried to write good, I don't know how to write (I think), it was only homework. Now 40 years later, I want to express in writing. I have so much bottled up, and want to release. My crying teacher, expressing to me in those early years, didn't do her act for nothing. Good or not, I now have the time and will give it a try. Thank you