We know. We all know.
It was the day we first met you, Q.
I don't think we say it enough:
Thank you, "Q", whether you're one person or six dozen people. Thank you for caring enough about a whole bunch of stressed, uninformed Americans who loved their country but needed a guardian angel to leave them thousands of notes of fellowship and motivation which have helped us learn to think and be better people. Better Americans.
I'll always be grateful, "Q". And maybe it's better if I never find out who you were, because I've come to think of you as a family member. Your personal privacy and right to live the rest of your life/lives in the peace that comes from just being able to walk the dog without anybody giving you a hard time is important to me, and is a very precious thing indeed.
I would love to know that "Q" will one day live a peaceful, contented life when all this is in the past.
Take care and know that you all of you are sincerely cared for.