so my town made the cover story of people magazine this week. check it out here.
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20049444,00.html

it happened a couple weeks ago, but sometimes i still get shaken up thinking about it. i mean...the Bank of America they went to? yeah my mom does the banking for our church at that location. and the Stop and Shop in Cheshire the two men staked out looking for their victims? yeah i go there all the time, mostly at night for junk food cause it's right next to the video store. how easy it seems that it could have been me, could have been my family. scary.

i realized when i was at work today exactly how blessed i am to work with the people that i do. they are more generous, accepting, caring, and loving than most christians i know. and not a single one of them is a christian. anytime i go somewhere for the weekend, have a test, feel sick one day, hurt myself, even get a haircut, without fail every single one will ask me about it. every one. every time. in the short amount of time that i have known them, they have included me and befriended me more than people i've known for years. they invite me to go out with them, whether to a bar or a concert or dinner or anything. they are constantly complimenting everyone, including me. i can't count the number of times people have said "i'm so glad you're here. you can't go back to school, we won't let you." today i had one of the other techs tell me that one of the docters told her that i crack him up and that he is so glad i work there. what? i'm funny? they bring out parts of me i don't know exist. i know if i've had a bad day or night or have a lot on my mind, i can get up and go to work, and at 7:30 in the morning every day i can walk through the door and know instantly that within minutes i will forget about everything else and truly be myself and relax. i have laughed more freely and more often this summer than i can remember doing in a long time. even if it's busy and everyone is running around stressed trying to get things done, without a doubt there will be a laugh heard every five minutes or less. they bring out something in me that is rarely seen sometimes, and i am so grateful for it. i know that when i have to go back to school that i will miss every one so much, and i know that i will be missed, which is something that needs to be heard by everyone at some point. i am so, so blessed.

music is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. she sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her voice hiding in the volume. music is a safe place, and it is her favorite. she would rather you write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. these words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.

please
i need someone
to write love on my arms