This building looks perfectly harmless. It's actually very plain on the outside, nothing frightening about it at all. The inside is beautiful ... the oak woodwork is simply gorgeous. I have had to go into this building maybe 7 or 8 times over the past 9 months ... and every time I do when I'm leaving I barley get the huge oak door open to the outside without starting to cry. The first 3 visits were the worst I could hardly manage to step outside before I would just start sobbing trying to get to my car ... people staring at me ... I must have looked insane. Each time it was easier, but always I would cry ... the past few times I didn't sob but had to brush tears away and swallow hard to keep it from coming. Yesterday I had to drop off some papers. I pushed that huge oak door in and stepped in. The reception area is just inside the big door ... the secretary smiled and said hello Sharon ... I said hello ... would you see that my attorney gets these papers please ... thank you ... I turned, open the door, walked down the stairs and stopped ... I wasn't crying ... I was smiling ... I'm not afraid anymore ... I'm going to be fine ... no matter what ...
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