reprieve

Tonight I begged God to help me feel a little less overwhelmed, a little less alone. I didn't ask for total relief, because I know my life is my responsibility, too, and I would not be willing to part with any of the things which are causing this stress (class, newspaper, JET, work). But I did ask for a tiny reprieve, just enough so that I could crawl out of bed tomorrow without cursing.

Enter the security guard--a fifty-year-old man who drove me home once before, maybe a month ago.

"ReBekha, right?" he asked.

That was all it took. That sweet man remembered my name, asked about my JET application, and reminded me that I am not, wholly, invisible.