Mr. Wilde,

You don't know me. In April of 1912, your life ended, and now almost a century later, mine begins. So what I have to say might not make a great deal of sense, but it's something that I've been meaning to say for the past six years... six years of my life that you influenced.

I remember when I first saw you, and first embarked on this journey. It was one evening while I was looking around on the internet for some information, and I stumbled across your picture. I don't remember the day, the time, the reason that I was even looking around, but I do remember that it was like being smacked with a brick.

I remember looking at you, and asking the question that started all of this: "Who are you?"

Six years later, I'm starting to learn. I'm starting to find out who you were while you were alive, instead of just how you died (rumor or fact). I'm starting to really find you, you know...

And the best part is, I'm finding myself as well.

I know you probably never imagined that you would change a person's life, particularly after ninety years. But you have... and in so many wonderful ways. Because of you, I've learned exactly what compassion is. What it is to feel for and with someone who you don't even know personally. Lord, it's so amazing to learn for the first time that everyone has a story and that it's possible to care so much that it hurts.

Because of you, my sister and I have become very close. It was our search for you that brought us together, and now I've found the best friend in the universe... and here she was right under my nose. That has changed me, made me realize just how much I took for granted in my life, just how much I really do love the people I call my family.

Because of you, I'm going back to college. I'm majoring in history... not only to find your story, but to find the stories of other forgotten heroes like you.

Because of you, I have the courage to do this.

It all sounds strange, but for all of the mistakes I've made in my life, I'm a better human being because of you. I know you could have never meant it to be like this, and that you could never have known that it would be like this. But I want you to know that if it weren't for you and that single picture that made me start this journey, I would never be who I am now.

A million words could never express my gratitude, but maybe these three can start:

Thank you, Henry.

Forever in your debt,
Stephanie Watson