Hello, how are you? It's Angela Scanlan. This is the final thanks that got away minipod of the series.

I have loved them. I have to tell you, reading all of your amazing stories, sharing them with you,

the thank yous that have kind of sat stuck in your funny bone or in your gut that you've kind of wished that you

could release into the ether and never had the opportunity to or felt you never had the opportunity

to. And then boom, here we are. Giving thanks to the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,

your granny, your da, your ex, your boss,

whoever it might have been.

Anyway, I've loved them.

Thank you for all the really beautiful insights into your lives and how people have affected

you in the best possible way, probably without even realising it.

The final letter of the series is from

Lynn. She writes, Dear Angela, your mini-pods got me really thinking, and I know this one

will not be as emotional as others may be, as it's not a massive story of recovery or anything

like that. It is simple. That's okay. That's okay. All welcome. Sometimes they're the

ones that get stuck in your throat. My thanks that got away is to my standard grade chemistry teacher,

Mr. Hinton, as he was the first person that I know of other than my parents that truly believed in me.

I massively compared myself to one of my closest friends,

but at a parent's evening, he pointed this out to my folks. He was also the first person to ever do

that, and said he loved hearing me in class, as he would always see me teaching other people.

He also said that I was far more capable than I realised. He was an exceptionally active man, but died cycling on his way to work after I had left school

and I was studying biochemistry at uni.

Unfortunately, I couldn't attend his funeral, but I'm now an A-level chemistry teacher,

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