Dear Driscoll,This year brings many things to celebrate in my life, one being 10 years in the town of Brookline. I started working for the town as the Evening Operations Manager for Adult Ed. at the Brookline High School. Prior to that, I had worked many years, in many capacities at Plimoth Plantation. (Pilgrim, Basket Maker, Curatorial Manager and Education Dept. Manager) etc.What I really want to celebrate is Nov. 18^th. 2016.That was the day I was hit and run by a car in the Washington St. crosswalk and left to die! A funny thing to celebrate for sure, it’s been a long year of surgery, therapy, pain and a journey of recovery I am still on, but nothing is the same as it was before that day! That being said, one of the things that changed for the better is my kids and friends. They sure don’t take me for granted anymore (having almost lost me 2 or 3 times will do that your loved ones!)I try not to take things for granted either, for example, Driscoll School walked to the Temple for our Evacuation Drill, during which, I reflected on the times this year I had spent in a wheel chair, not knowing if I would walk again (or if a number of other body parts would ever work again either!). Another change for the better is my Driscoll Family. Crisis seems to bring out the best in you folks, and not a day goes by now that I don’t get hugs and words of encouragement from you!My Driscoll family never forgot me even though I was gone. Almost 6 months! Your visits to the hospital, notes, cards and gifts never stopped! I appreciated everything you did for me more than you will ever know! (Nothing is better than flowers, or an Edible Arraignment or a craft project, when you least expect it!). During the worst times, I spent many sleepless nights reading and re-reading your cards, notes, and letters.My hospital room and then my physical rehab. room were covered with your children’s cards, notes and photographs. You even replaced my glasses so I could see! And when I did return to Driscoll School, my office was literally covered in hearts! Every student in every class had cut out a heart and written a note of well wishes and support!Best of all this experience has brought us all closer, it’s a different relationship now, and we are truly a family. I thank you, my children and grandchildren thank you, and my friends thank you! Had you not been there for me, I do not know if I could have come through this difficult time.Love, hearts, and kisses!Kim Longmore