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Tracy Stella. I'm an ex-professional musician/writer/photographer that got my first full-time job ever this year working at an innovative software company who didn't care I had an unimpressive resume. I guess they picked up on my inner tech-geek and took a chance, and so far, they're happy with me. Wife to one and mother to three, the eldest being a leukemia survivor, family is the most important thing to me. My sister, Marylynne, and I married brothers, so we're all Stellas. Except they are the ones with the major label deal, and their kids are the ones with over 40 million hits on YouTube and an ABC television contract starring on the hit show "Nashville". Even with that direct of a comparison to something that shiny and "dream-come-true"ish, I wouldn't change a thing. I love my life. I'm a good mother, wife, and friend. That's all I care about. Well, that and cats.
On Friday, a horrible letter was mailed to a family about their 13-year-old autistic son, Maxwell. When my friend, Karla Begley -- Maxwell's mother -- told me about the letter, my first reaction was to expose this in the biggest way possible. My sister, Kathy (Karla's best friend) and I developed the hashtag #love4Maxwell, and enlisted the help of our celebrity family members. It went viral. But now what? Now that everyone's invested in this united universal hug, what do I want them to know? I want people to know it's not about the letter. It's about the people who received it.
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