Thursday, December 14, 2017



Oh, wait, if you're reading in this in blogger preview window you can STILL SEE what I am writing! AND IT WILL BE SPOILED BEFORE YOU CAN EVEN CLICK THROUGH!


So, I will continue on!

Thank you so much for all of your love support and interest in Tracking Ruby.
This book will be available on Amazon TODAY
Kobo, iTunes, Nook, and a few other stores tomorrow. (Trying to figure all of that was exciting and got a little delayed! My deepest apologies!)

I am very grateful to all of you!

Hmmm, I think I've stalled long enough. (Though please DO stay tuned afterwards for a message from the author)

So without further ado!


Are you actually drum rolling?

Because, if you aren't I can't make the announcement. (It's just not as fun.)

Do you like my new blog makeover? I did it just for this announcement!

Are you ready?

Really truly ready?

Weeeeeeeeeell then....


Kenda E. A.!!! 

The Rafflecopter has CHOSEN YOU!!!!

I'll be in touch with the winner and get her the book as soon as my shipment comes in.

And now a message from the Authoress....

Dear Readers,

I've been doing a lot of thinking. Some of that thought almost resulted in me pulling Tracking Ruby before it even saw the light of day (even now, I am tempted to remove the book a little...but part of it also begs to stay.)
Right now, Tracking Ruby will stay out available for reading, etc. but there may come a day when I decide to pull it.
The reason I am not pulling it right now is, This story was inspired on a set of stairs, in a black and white photo inspired by a real girl, age 16 a deputy in the Dakotas. I wanted to do more research...however, I just recently discovered I delayed my investigation too long and the woman who had the photograph, and knew the marvelous story has passed away not long ago.
Though this story is not based on the life of the girl in the photograph, it is inspired by it. To pull it just doesn't feel quite right. Maybe one day you or I may find about the real story of the girl and do her story justice...if you do I hope to read it...if I write may be awhile.
The reason I have considered pulling it.
I am not the author I want to be.
Long ago I dreamed of the author I would become I would write great stories!
I have written stories. I won't call them bad, but they weren't great. They are the stories along my journey of learning to become a writer. Stories like Tracking Ruby, are stepping stones in my journey. However, as much as I do love and adore Sophie and Jesse, this is not the kind of book that I want to leave as my legacy. I know Sophie and Jesse's story need to be told and I hope it touches one heart out there...but there is more.
I want more.
I don't just want to write good stories.
I want stories that challenge, encourage and uplift you more.
That inspire you in your walk with the Lord, that strengthen's your faith.
I'll be honest, I've been to unsure and afraid of my faith than to lightly salt my stories with a little thread of faith woven in here or there. I don't want it to be a thread.
I want it to be the base, the thread woven through every string binding it together.
I hope to talk more about this in the coming days...but it's a process.
Thank you!

In Christ,
Jessica Greyson

Monday, November 27, 2017


Coming to the general public December 15th
You can get your hands on a pre-order copy over here and I will ship a copy to you on the 5th of December!
Isn't that exciting?
I think it is...but you know what is even more exciting?
A free SIGNED BOOK by me
Which will probably arrive around...Christmasish....

So, do you want to get your hands on a copy of this book?
Get working on it with the Rafflecopter and images below!!!!

Sorry, this is only open to USA mailing addresses, if you still want to enter from international, you can still enter but it will be an ebook instead.

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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

A Call for Beta Readers

Hello Blogosphere!

It's that time of year again, we are all buckling down for NaNoWriMo! WAHOO and I am deciding to try and edit a book for Christmas!
Can you believe it?

I finished this book back in 2013, so it's a bit old but still...worth reading and publishing.
Originally, I was never, ever, ever, ever going to publish this book.
The characters were terrible!

Well, my friends said otherwise, and I've found myself wanting to go back and see how bad the book really, was. I was very surprised at what I found.
I like it.
Well, actually, I might be in love with it...just a little.
Certainly enough to publish it, and while it's still a little quirky and cute and my characters are just themselves all over...I am looking for a little feedback and maybe spreading the word that Jessica Greyson is finally coming out with a new novel if you are interested.

Title...currently: Tracking Ruby (this may change...who knows.)
Page length about: 250 pages give or take on how the editing goes.
Word count: 60459 (bound to change, I am editing after all.)
What is it about?'

When bookworm Deputy Sophie Brown, rescues a seemingly want to be troublemaker Jesse Garrison, who likes his coffee as black as his boots. She far from realizes the impact he will have on her life. She is more caught up in hiding her secret and wondering how Elizabeth Bennet would survive in a town filled with undashing and undesirable Colonel Wickham's and Mr. Colin's.

Jesse is searching for purpose, redemption and the beloved family treasure. Rescuing a deputy and wrangling her into his mission isn't part of his plan, however when they land in trouble together can he save her, and not land behind bars?

Working together can they collect the unlikely treasure and find that something more they've been searching for, or are they bound for shipwreck and ultimate disaster? 

Now, if you are interested in reading this drop me a line at my email address. and let me know you'd like to beta read!
I'd like to hear back from you by the end of November so I can steamroll this onto the publishing line in time for Christmas!

Thank you one and all!
Jessica Greyson

Saturday, September 16, 2017


Hello Blogging World!

I am so sorry I didn't post on the 13th!
Life was completely crazy the last three days...talking leaving the house at 8 a.m. and not seeing anything on my computer until 11p.m. however, I have notified the winners, and I have heard back from all of them!

If you didn't get an email from me, I hope you'll stay tuned for future giveaways! Working on planning some fun things for the upcoming months!

Thanks you for your participation!


Friday, August 18, 2017

Free Book by Sarah Holman!!!!

My lovely author friend Sarah Holman is having a wonderful series of summer giveaways and more!

Check out her book Courage and Corruption! It's free on Kindle today!!!!! I had a blast designing this cover and I can't wait to read it!

Monday, July 10, 2017

Dreams and Devotion by Sarah Holman

Some dreams will be dashed, and their devotion will be tested. Dara's life is full of farm work and worries, especially now that her older brother is a priest in a far off city. Yet she still has time to dream of the life she hopes will someday be. She dreams of marrying her dear friend and the worries of her family ending. Now, the selfishness of one person threatens her very way of life. Dresden's initial excitement about living a life devoted to the service of God quickly is dashed on the rocks of reality. The life of a priest is nothing like what he imagined. To make matters worse, he finds out his family back in his home village is on the brink of disaster. Torn between his vows and his love for his family, what will he choose?

Buy the book for the special preorder price, here.

Sarah Holman is a not so typical mid-twenties girl: A homeschool graduate, sister to six awesome siblings, and author of many published books and short stories. If there is anything adventuresome about her life, it is because she serves a God with a destiny bigger than anything she could have imagined.

Find her at Stops on the blog tour:
July 8 Bookish Orchestrations ~ Faith Blum
July 9 His Princess Warrior ~ Katie Hamilton July 10 In the Book Case ~ Tarissa Graves Jessica Greyson ~ Jessica Greyson
July 11 Gods Peculiar Treasure Rae ~ Raechel Read Another Page ~Rebekah Morris
July 12 Whimsical Writings For His Glory ~ Jesseca Dawn Shannon McDermott ~ Shannon McDermott
July 13 The Page Dreamer ~ Deborah O'Carroll
July 14 Knitted by God’s Plans ~ Kendra E. Ardnek With a Joyful Noise ~ Amanda Tero Once Upon an Ordinary ~ Kate Willis
July 15 Jaye L. Knight ~ Jaye L. Knight

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

我看見你 I see you

Psalm 32:8
I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go;
 I will guide thee with mine eye.

I'll be honest this verse has always puzzled me a little. 
And the other day I was reading again and I was like. "God, what does this even mean? How can you guide me with Your eyes? Because, God, I can't see where you are looking."

And then it struck me.

I do this all the time with my students.

I guide them with my eyes.

If they are misbehaving, I don't yell at them, I get really quiet and just look at them gently until I know I have their attention and then shake my head, if needed I will say something but often this communication is completely silent.

My students also communicate this way, a questioning look, and I answer with a nod...but they know the answer because they are looking at me.

So it's the same with God. If my focus on him, I'll have the answers I am searching for, I don't need to be looking towards the future and trying to figure out, I don't have to figure out what God is doing I just have to move forward keeping my eyes on Christ. No looking around, no turning this way and that trying to figure out what everyone else is doing. Just focusing on Christ and following his lead...and life will be siimpler...maybe, not easier but simpler because all I need to worry about is focusing on Christ and what He sees for my future.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Being A Strong Woman In A Feminist World

Being a strong woman is hard.
Being a strong woman in a feminist world is even more challenging.

So how do we become strong, dependable, even independent without becoming.....a feminist?

In the words of Matthew Hussey:
Having to do everything yourself is a form of weakness. Because all it is is trying to validating yourself by showing how strong you are....
(and then I am paraphrasing this a little to put it in my own words)
The weakest woman can't do anything for herself,
A weak woman will do everything for herself,
And the strongest woman says, I know I can do it myself, but it's a lot more fun if someone else does it. (and I am not talking about the princess type or girls that blackmail, or bribe people into doing things for them.)

You see we've grown up in a society and culture that doesn't just cheat men of their manhood, it is also cheating us out of our femininity.

A few weeks ago a friend asked me..."How are you a strong woman...but not a feminist."
And this question took me back...because for years I've been a very strong woman, and I've struggled with finding a balance between my strength and being feminine.

No,  I wasn't fast, no I didn't beat up all of the boys....or anything like that. But...I'll be honest, I am as strong as a lot of boys, moving things, picking up heavy lifting, (my brother stopped picking on me when it became a fair's no fun to pick on someone when they can equal you,) people call on me. I've grown into the role of looking after people, making sure people are protected, opening doors for people...etc...but has that robbed me of my feminism? For a long time, I didn't care if I put boys think you can do it? Well, I can do it too! Just watch me! One of my goals in life was to prove that you can do anything and everything in a skirt... Hike up waterfalls? Yes, Ride a horse? Yes, Climb a fence? Yes...all in a dress or a skirt and being modest about it. You bet I can.

But as I grew up, I realized...that just because you can, doesn't mean you want to...
That being strong, can also mean lonely, or eventually, make you feel taken advantage of it...that people don't expect you to be weak, and that you can just take things...over and over and over again and take it because you are strong.

So a new journey almost unconsciously began, and has become more purposeful. Life is a form of art...and I am learning the art of feminism.

Now I am not talking about damsel in distress syndrome, but the simple art of living as a woman.

Don't be afraid of weakness.
Asking for help doesn't make you weak.
We aren't perfect and asking for help isn't a crime.
Knowing your strengths and weaknesses is a good thing, and makes for a stronger and wiser person.
(After all you have nothing to fear, but fear itself...)

Just because YOU can do it yourself....doesn't mean you have to.
This is something that can be really hard. Just because I can open a door for myself doesn't mean I can't let/get a guy to do it for me...and appreciate it. (That goes a long way to keeping chivalry alive. Maybe you're saying, "Ugh! If a guy's ego can't take me opening my own door then he should get a life." Maybe, but then again he took the time and effort to get the door for you, take the time and effort to appreciate it...even if you didn't need it.)

Be a peacemaker
It's easy to pick fights, tease, and be argumentative over things...and it can be fun. However, if it is a constant lifestyle, it can maybe be too much and cause discord. Look for chances to bring peace and make win-win situations.

I don't own anything, not my pic!
Thanks, Disney! <3
I had a fun one a few weeks ago. People were arguing over if an actress was beautiful or not, and of course, there were fans and well anti-fans. When I was asked for my opinion, I gave in a few seconds to muse and answered.
"We are all made in the image of God, I think she is perfect." This...though perhaps not the answer they were looking for or technically even an opinion brought the argument to a close and peace.

Sometimes there are two parties having an argument, and you can see both sides, use this as an opportunity to help them come to a conclusion that is peaceful and practical for both.
It can be really hard if you are in situation where you can see the other person's point of view, but they can't see yours, and I am still working on making myself be understood can be really hard to make people understand, but I am also learning when to "retreat", if they simply choose to not understand, sometimes you must just let them have their way, or find a delicate way to remove yourself from the situation.

And while the battle of the sexes can be funny and entertaining...realize that it can also cause harm. So if you're having banter and exchanges of sharp wit enjoy it! Also be aware of the damage it can cause. Just because men are strong it doesn't mean they are Superman, they have their own kryptonite to deal with.

Once again in the words of Matthew Hussey:
Men need women,
Women need men
Life just isn't as fun without them. 

Tuesday, April 25, 2017


I decided to snatch up this tag from Melody's blog The Splendor Falls! Don't forget to check out her awesome blog!

1. What Genres, Styles, and Topics Do You Write About?

Well for starters, it's hard to sort of peg down. I write what you might call fantasy, in other words, I make up my own worlds, etc.break rules, but it read more like history...and not the least bit like fantasy but it's not based on any actual facts, so...Historical fantasy? Is that even a legal genre?
With Sufficient Grace I dabbled slightly in Western, but it doesn't really FEEL like a western. I don't have any of the traditional lingo you'd expect when you pick it up like
Hitch the wagon,
Going out yonder.
Ruslin' cattle.
And all kinds of others of beloved American old west lingo that is the signature of that genre. I think I just like to break the rules.
I've toyed a little with fantasy, and am working on a possible trilogy...but we will see what comes of that.

Third person most certainly.
First person is my death SENTENCE unless it's a short story.

Coming of age.
Finding truth
Strong but feminine
WEAPONS (pretty, pretty swords!)

How long have you been writing?
On and off starting around age 12, more serious around age 18.
So about 16 years I guess? Wow...that makes me sound...old...experienced.

Why do you write?
For a lot of reasons.
Ultimately because I love it, and because I feel that is what God called me to be. His Ready Writer.

When is the best time to write? favorite time to write is when inspiration is thick and sweet running like crazy but I don't always get to spend time when it is.
I also love super late nights writing (I have been guilty of writing until 5 am if the words are right.)
But really, any time of the day will do.

Parts of writing you love vs. parts you hate.
The first draft.
Getting inspiration.
Fangirling over characters
Plot twists
Character driven plots.

Writer's block.
Stupid characters that insist on being there.
Not enough time.

How do you overcome writer's block?
Talk to a friend.
Try a new angle.
Look at it from a new POV
Watch movies.
Shove it in a drawer.
Make a cup of tea.

Are you working on something at the moment?
I am working on connecting two stories together. When those are done they will finish my very very very unofficial extremely loosely linked stories. (So much so it's not even a series) but all of my countries shall soon have books, and I am not sure if there will be more to add to them later...but the basics will be out.

Tying up the loose ends of my plots for book 2&3 of the Grace trilogy. Book two I think FINALLY came together, so I'll be working on writing that, and I'll finish sketching and fleshing out characters for book 3 (and maybe a short story because you know characters are just like that.)

There is an Asian story I am working on, though how I'll publish it. I am not sure.

Writing goals this year?
Build up my platform
Finish a book up and move towards publishing another book.

WHEW! That was fun! Feeling like doing the tag? You're it! Take it on over to your blog and comment below with the link so I can check it out!

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Working Out

I have hated working first workout. The peppy perfect workout girls who never got tired and said annoying things made me never want to work out. Also, I never felt very different after workouts, just I gave up.

I decided to live my life the way I wanted...which resulted in a "happy" me. I had never been comfortable with my image, and I became even more so, but I didn't know how to stop it, the things I had tried before still didn't appeal to me, and it seemed like I was lost in a vicious cycle that was rapidly getting out of control.

Hitting a breaking point, I realized that things needed to stop. I didn't want jiggling hips, fat legs, sausage fingers with pattie hands, a jelly bean shaped belly that jiggled like jello, and I wanted to stop wearing the size 3x's and hiding in hoodies just to feel comfortable with who I was.

I hadn't seen myself in a full-length mirror except in stores that were just something I tried to ignore, however moving into my room in Hualien I was happy to see a full-length mirror in my room...until I saw myself in it...this wasn't a store mirror that I could walk away from this was one that I saw every day and I realized I didn't want to remain the woman I how to change?

I puzzled over it, I knew working out would be an essential change, but how much and what workouts should I do?

Browsing the internet, watched youtube videos, chatted with friends and formulated a plan.
Starting out with a simple workout on a sheet of paper that my friend sent me. 15 moves for 1 minute each. A 15-minute workout sounded perfect...and then I found it was grueling, but worth it, I struggled to complete it, and yet every day I noticed that I improved a little bit, I could hold it a bit longer, I could fit more into that tiny little minute. Things felt positive, and I saw my body making little changes.

From there I realized I needed even more of a I started doing youtube workouts...I tried several different ones until I found an instructor that I love and adore and I feel is giving me the results I want without being an unrealistic Barbie doll.

I am still far from what I could be, but for the first time in my life I am seeing results and keeping them. I am still allowing myself junk food, chocolate binges, and chips....but I also realize at what cost and am willing to work them off. It has taken a while to learn what losing weight and being happy means to me....

I haven't stepped on a scale in a long time, I know it would be good, however, it's a number I am still not ready to face and I've gotten so discouraged from it before, steering completely clear of the three little numbers on a digital screen that I have allowed to define and label me. But I am keeping myself accountable with my mirror and friends who are encouraging even on the days I want to give up or not workout. They push me, and I am learning to push myself, now some days don't feel complete unless I work out...and I am working out more than I ever have before. It's not a chore, but I do it on my own terms and have my own reward system that pushes me forward.
If I want to watch a movie or drama I have to work out's pretty compelling.

The rewards of being able to go shopping in Taiwanese stores and pull items off the shelf....of course, they are all large and oversized, etc. because an L here is like an M in the states...but I am doing stuff that I wasn't able to do a few months ago, people treat me differently, I knew being fat was hard...but I didn't know how hard it was until I started to lose the weight and the world really does treat you differently.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Did you know?

A few months ago I published a set of short stories.

These are older works of mine, so they aren't the best, but I certainly enjoyed writing them, and I hope you'll enjoy reading them! You can buy the ebook here! I am hoping to have the paperback published in the next week or so at a very reasonable rate.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Dear Walls,

Rough, not smooth, not even the ages have worn you down.
I walk passed you.
I wonder about your stories.
I wonder what you have seen, heard.
The ravages of war.
The secrets of soldiers.
I can feel the history etched into your depths.
I wish I could speak to you.
I wish I knew the language of stone.
So you could tell me what you have seen and heard
The guardian wall that has stood around this city.
You have harbored kings and queens, soldiers and scholars, people...friends and foes.
You stood when so many other buildings fell beneath the enemies cruel hands.
History is your walls, it is in the core of your stone.
I walk by...
My fingers linger on the feeling of the wall,
The precise squares, the grout, the past.
I feel ignorant and small, like a colorful butterfly pausing on a flower in a spring breeze...
Passing, passing...only lingering for this moment.
Only touching a tiny part of something so much larger...only tasting a drop of what you have to offer.
History, beauty, riches, locked away in stony silence.
I see the brilliance of your designer.
I feel the safety he created within your walls.
You are making me hungry, hungry for knowledge for words I do not know...for the stories you will not tell.
Oh, if I could only speak to stone.
If walls could talk...
I lean against you, wishing I could hear your stony core beat with life.
You are silent.
Holding all the secrets of the past.
Holding tightly what it has left you.
History and stories, and people long gone.
You are the keeper of secrets.
You are silent stone.

Hwaseong Fortress Korea
(found on google, not my image, I own nothing)

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Sweetly Single?


found on google not my  image I own nothing

There are many ways to view being single.
For years I'll admit I've been blissfully happy.
I've smile and accepted the words.
"You are so lucky!"
"Oh! What I wouldn't be to be in your shoes."
"I had it so easy when I was single."
"Man, what I wouldn't give to be sinlge again."
"You've never been in a relationship, oh you are so lucky!"
found on google, not my image, I own nothing the years have progressed and romance has eluded my life...
I find it...
Life is still satisfying, life is still good. I am still grateful to be single...but there are days where there is a gap, a hole, it feels as if part of my life is missing something...or rather someone.

The words: "You are so lucky to be single!" etc. Seem to have a bit of a bite to them.
found on google, not my image, I own nothing
I still smile, and I look into the eyes of sleepless mothers with bags under their eyes, worried and wondering how they are doing as a mother...and I realize this is a gift that I have been given and I need to be grateful, even as I am slightly jealous of their little ones calling them "Mama," knowing that the demands of being a mother is a never ending job...but still my heart aches just a little.

They say, "Being a teacher, it must make you not want kids..."
And the truth is it only makes me want them more.
I get only a breif moment with these children, to love, to smile, to laugh, to care, to cry...and then it's goodbye.
It makes me realize no matter how exaused and how little sleep I get I still want the oppertunity to put food on the table, to tousle little heads, to sing to sleep children of every age and size, to talk with them...even if it is the never ending is a privledge that I have not been granted.

There are days when I wake up, and I realize that I am painfully single...singleness that I am not sure if it will ever end,...or how many more days I must learn to cherish this gift and the oppertunities that it gives me.

Thank you Singleness.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Under the Black Umbrella

I am rather fond of umbrellas.

Especially yellow umbrellas, for they make me smile.

They are a spot of sunshine in a world of grey.

I own a smallish soft yellow umbrella, I chose it for that EXACT reason.

To remind me when it is grey...there will always be sunshine again.

However, today...walking home from the city.

It started to rain.

I thought if I hurried a bit more.

I could make it home...before the downpour began.

I passed two convenience stores, I paused wondering if I should stop and purchase an umbrella...but I've already purchased two...I really didn't need to buy another, and stupidly I hadn't brought either of them.

I sped homeward, I zipped up my navy blue fleece coat.

I nodded at the guard standing at the military gate.

Taxis were nearby...

For a mere 100 NT. I could be home in four minutes or less.

I waved, they passed.

I sped on...

And then it happened.

The deluge.

Slipping under the shelter of the tree by the road, I watched as the road turned into a shallow river.

Cars passed, thankfully slowing down so they didn't drench me in wave car thrown rain.

Another taxi was coming towards me. Waving vigorously for it to passed by speeding up the road.

No one, wanted to pick up a damp foreigner...

I waited, not wanting to get drenched, but also not wanting to spend the rest of my day under a star-fruit tree waiting for the rain to stop.

Weighing my options I couldn't decide if I should go forward or backwards...

Another taxi passed, ignoring my waving arms.

I stood there watching the rain fall, sipping my coffee, trying to decide, and praying for wisdom on what to do next.

Then it happened.

A white car stopped on the other side of the road, flashers blinking, they parked next to the house practically on top of the road. I couldn't see inside the dark windows.

I wondered three things, "Do they live there? Are they going to offer me a ride? Are they lost?"

Trying not to get my hopes up, I looked away, listening for the possibility of a car window rolling down. Of words in Chinese or English being spoken... "Need a ride?" or "Xiao Jei li, li, li!"

Seconds passed into a minute...

Glancing up the hill I watched for another taxi, wondering if the next one would be in just a big a hurry as the last few.

A car door opened.

A petite woman tiptoed quickly across the road, a black, closed umbrella in her hand.

"For you," she said putting it into my hand, and then tip-toed quickly back across the road before I barely had a moment to say thank you. The car door closed, I opened up the umbrella, bowing my gratefulness.

The car pulled away and disappeared up the hill.

I watched it go, glancing up at my new big black umbrella, and felt strangely like Jo March...under The Professor's big black worn umbrella. The warmth, the kindness, the thoughtfulness, the worn and used pattern on the umbrella told of it's use in rain and sunshine, of years of care...given to a complete stranger standing under a star-fruit tree in the middle of a deluge.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Always A Silver Lining

There will always be cruelty in the world.

It will sometimes strike by hands, and in places we least expect it.

Yesterday, I found it on a Facebook post written in Chinese by a coworker.
She had written something nasty about me.
Thinking I'd never see it.
I hadn't felt up to saying yes to an invitation to eat out.
I hadn't promised that I would come, I had asked for information, so I could make the best choice and said thank you, and mentioned that I was grateful for her reaching out to me, but I wasn't feeling up to it.

I had a list of reasons that could have filled up a page, but since they were mostly personal and I didn't want to worry or bother her, I simply said I was busy.

My attempt to not offend her offended her.

As I read what she said about me...

I found myself shaking.

I felt stabbed.


I had been trying to win her sharp personality into friendliness...but the words shattered me.

I left the office, trying to hold back the tears, shaking.

The weeks leading up to this I've been balancing on a cultural tightrope as I prepare for my family to visit me, and the group that I am working for has very strict rules about things. So trying to please every group and focus on work and doing what I came here to do has been difficult. I've been on the edge of shattering several times as I play ambassador, advocate, and try to understand and communicate with both cultures, family, and a growing ladder of bosses to make sure things sail smoothly.

As I was trying to compose myself outside, I noticed the wife of a coworker at the gate and went to let her in.
She smiled and offered me the protection of her umbrella in the light sprinkle of rain.
I was like "I am okay...."
But she insisted so kindly, pulling me under the umbrella.
I was moved by her sweetness and kindness, in a moment of bleeding vulnerability, someone made sure they were kind, even though I would have been perfectly fine in the sprinkle.

As much as I didn't want to cry, I ended up crying in my room, and my dorm mate who I've been having on and off relationships with, came and checked on me. She offered me comfort, and the next morning bought me breakfast, knowing that I hadn't gotten out of bed until the last moment.

It is the kidness of others in a cruel world that sometimes make it change for the better and help you find the goodness in the world even when it's the bleakest.

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