ONE
MORNING
,
well
after
I
was
____________________
with
cancer
,
I
got
an
email
from
Robbee
Kosak
,
Carnegie
Mellon's
vice
____________________
for
advancement
.
She
told
me
a
story
.
She
said
she
had
been
driving
home
from
work
the
night
before
,
and
she
found
herself
behind
a
man
in
a
convertible
.
It
was
a
warm
,
____________________
,
early
-
spring
evening
,
and
the
man
had
his
top
down
and
all
his
windows
____________________
.
His
arm
was
hanging
over
the
driver's
side
door
,
and
his
fingers
were
tapping
along
to
the
music
on
his
radio
.
His
head
was
____________________
along
,
too
,
as
the
wind
blew
through
his
hair
.
Robbee
changed
lanes
and
pulled
a
little
closer
.
From
the
side
,
she
could
see
that
the
man
had
a
slight
smile
on
his
face
,
the
kind
of
____________________
smile
a
person
might
have
when
he's
all
alone
,
happy
in
his
own
____________________
.
?
The
____________________
eventually
turned
the
corner
,
?
She
was
so
struck
by
the
sight
of
me
.
She
knew
that
my
cancer
____________________
was
grim
.
And
yet
,
as
she
wrote
in
her
email
,
she
was
moved
by
how
contented
I
seemed
.
In
this
private
moment
,
I
was
obviously
in
high
____________________
.
?
I
read
Robbee's
email
several
times
.
I
came
to
look
at
it
as
a
____________________
loop
of
sorts
.
It
has
not
always
been
easy
to
stay
positive
through
my
cancer
____________________
.
When
you
have
a
dire
medical
issue
,
it's
tough
to
know
how
?
But
Robbee
had
come
upon
me
____________________
____________________
____________________
moment
.
