Five years later, while cleaning out my apartment preparing to move to Sacramento, California, to take a job in sales, I came across an unopened envelope addressed to me in my own handwriting. Why would I send myself a package? I thought. To clear up the mystery, I quickly opened the envelope and read the editor's letter in disbelief:
Dear Ms. Profit,
Your story on Salome Bey is fantastic. We need some additional quotes. Please add those and return the article immediately. We would like to publish your story in the next issue.