I recently went through a purge of my walk-in closet cause I couldn’t walk into it anymore. In a file cabinet, I found the envelope of my rejection letters. My husband thought I should keep them so I never did business with them in the future, but I thought that really wasn’t healthy. Instead, I unceremoniously dumped them in trash can, dusting my hands together, glad they were gone. It was an amazing feeling of release! I’ve found acceptance at Second Wind, who needs to hold onto the negativism of rejection. So they said no. So what? Who’s next?