To Jason P. Crockett, my mentor.


There is nothing I can say to alleviate your frustration. There is nothing I can say to take away the feeling of betrayal I have caused for you with my actions. 

I will just say that I have always been grateful for your help and wisdom. I’m sorry if you don’t feel like I ever listened to you. I always listen. Sometimes I just don’t do so well with the execution of plans. Frailty, thy name is woman.

For when you get discouraged—
It’s a rat race, a lot of it. Arbitrary protocol, emphasis on aspects that don’t matter. Formalities that take away from the reason you’re really where you are. But you are where you are for many reasons. The masses need you. Some of those individuals need you. And they need YOU, not a teacher. They need what Jason Crockett brings to the table. There has never been and never will be a substitute for you, nor is it fitting to say that you’re a replacement for anyone else. 

No one could ever do what you have done for everyone in White County. No one has done what you have for me, for years. Thank you for listening to my side of the story. Thank you for risking it for me. Thank you for making me feel like I wasn’t garbage to be tossed out. Thank you for inspiring so many of my passions and pastimes. 

Atticus, I hope you can forgive me.

I love you very much, Mr. President.

Danielle Zayas

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