Day 20 : Packing, and the big shift.

For the past four years, this hung by our door. It came down this weekend.

For the past four years, this hung by our door. It came down this weekend.

Today, we officially packed up our home. We've been teasing it for several weeks - sifting through clothes, selling away knick-knacks and books and things, but these weekend, some of our biggest furniture left us. Everything came off the walls. 

Our house is no longer home. 

Yet, in the midst of it all, Enosh stayed the night.

Enosh was new to our school this year, but with his love of basketball, he has quickly become on of Judah's buddies. He's also one of the girls' favorites.  

We've told Judah, "Mom and Dad will judge how good a friend is for you on how they treat your sisters." Enosh is a good friend, and he will be missed. By all.

Day 22 : Getting Lost in Travel

My whole life, I've loved exploring and traveling. As a kid, I would take my bike and ride as far as possible, trying to get lost in the neighboring towns of Griffith or Munster, and then working my way back home.

When I finally earned a license, I'd drive to neighboring states. Eric Beard was often with me. To Philadelphia and New York, to Montana, Colorado, and many little weekend trips where we'd get lost in Wisconsin or fall asleep on the beach in Michigan. 

Luckily, while living in China, I have been fortunate to continue exploring. Below are just a few of those places.

KangDing, China:

 

Not Chengdu, China: 

I don't remember all of these places, I just know they're not in Chengdu and were probably taken while trying to get lost on some random streets. Which is the best.

 

Hawaii:

Last summer I attended an AP Literature training and was blessed with a week in Hawaii and some good friends . . . and some beautiful blue skies and ocean.

On my last day, I went for a hike. I think the mountain was called, "Three Sisters" or something like that. Although not that high, it had three peeks and was pretty intense.

After the hike, I ran to the ocean, swam for a bit, then tried to get back to the family I was staying with, but I got lost on the public transportation and had to call for a ride. 

Surrounding the school where my classes were held was a community of homeless men and women. Over the course of the week, I became friends with a few of them and several others. You can read about them and their stories here.

When I'm lost, I'm found. 

 

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Day 23 : Happy Valley Splits the Leg

This week is a wrapping up of the craziness that is Spring Trips. Today, I offered to run over to Happy Valley and take pictures for insurance and was met with more Global Center-like frustration because, after almost an hour of broken discussions, being passed on over and over to another slightly more highly qualified worker until I finally found myself in a back room, drinking warm water, and having a translator run back and forth from my room to her boss' room, I discovered that I did in fact have to pay the 200 RMB entrance fee even though I was in and out within 10 minutes. 

I had to fight strongly the urge not to say, "Well then to HELL with it!  We WON'T bring our 100+ kids here next week!" but I knew I couldn't, because 100+ kids and over a dozen adults would be pretty pissed at me. 

The next urge was to slam my ticket down on the counter on my way out, but I couldn't do that either because I needed that ticket so I could be reimbursed. So instead, I ordered a McDonalds coffee and sat until the sweat left my brow and my heart calmed down a bit. 

Afterwards, I could laugh at the sign above and draw another line on the "Good Story" scoreboard.

Day 24 : Those of the Day

I woke up today already at my wits end. And I hate it.

Yesterday was rough, and a shitty night's rest didn't calm the heart or clear the mind. And then I hit my head on a branch while trying to get my scooter out of its parking spot. My headphones dropped to the ground. I cursed. Then sat, biting, and holding down everything that wanted to spill out, because Daddy didn't raise no baby. 

Sin is for one man to walk brutally over the life of another and to be quite oblivious of the wounds he has left behind. How much more so when the brutality is conscious, when the wounds are purposeful, and when they are done under the guise of love and kindness and, "I just thought you should know."

Then Warren MacLeod emailed me, without provocation, and gave me this verse:

I Thessalonians 5:9-21

For God did not appoint us to wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for us, that whether we wake or sleep, we should live together with him. Therefore comfort each other and edify one another, just as you also are doing. And we urge you, brethren, to recognize those who labor among you, and are over you in the Lord and admonish you, and to esteem them very highly in love for their work's sake. Be at peace among yourselves. Now we exhort you, brethren, warn those who are unruly, comfort the fainthearted, uphold the weak, be patient with all. See that no one renders evil for evil to anyone, but always pursue what is good both for yourselves and for all. Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit. Do not despise prophecies. Test all things; hold fast what is good.

I have a little green New Testament, plus Psalms and Proverbs, Bible from Australia. It's pocket-size, and therefore fits neatly in my pocket, but I rarely carry it around because I hate things in my pockets. Today though, I carried my little green pocket-sized Bible and added a little red sticky bookmark on I Thessalonians 5:9-21. 

 

Over and over I read it.

Over and over.

Like the soothing voice of Dad

In the early hours of mo(u)rning,

my eyes opened. Slowly.

Slowly.

I read it.

And the voice . . .

And the morning . . .

And my eyes opened slowly.

Because

Over and over I read it.

I read it.

 

Verse 8 reads: "But let us who are of the day be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love, and as a helmet the hope of salvation."

Those of the day . . . I like that. 

Those of the day are not subject to wrath and slander. They edify and encourage. Those of the day warn those reaching out for the darkness, they comfort and uphold t, and they are patient. 

Those of the day hold fast to what is good. Even when it doesn't feel good. 

Because they are those of the day. 

Day 27, 26 : Either a good time, or a good story. For Mother's Day, we had both.

Somewhere over the past five years the phrase, "It's either a good time, or a good story," has crept into my philosophy of life, and I love it, because it helps see beyond the moments of frustration or disappointment. It allows for perspective, and the idea that someday, we'll all laugh at this.

This weekend, we had a healthy portion of both.

Last year we celebrated Mother's Day in the misty mountains, alongside a gushing river, nestled in a wonderland of ferns and moss covered trees.

This year was a bit different.

With Elias only a few weeks old, moving across the world just around the corner, and little time to prepare any sort of camping trip, I surprised the family with an overnight stay at one of the largest buildings in the world, Global Center. When I told the kids, minutes before leaving, they screamed and jumped and hugged everything in sight. When I asked them why we were going, instantly, Eden yelled, "Because we stopped biting our nails!"

"Nope," I said, "but close. We're going to celebrate Mommy."

The goal of the weekend was to provide a couple days where Mom could relax. Where she could take a nap, chat with some friends, and otherwise be calm and quiet. 

What we got was something like that, only very different.

We should have been warned when she ordered her first drink.

The first day, Saturday, Josey and Jennifer sat on the outside the "beach," because we didn't want to pay the 150RMB to have her sit for just a few hours. For dinner, we moved to the hotel pool, comfy chairs, and into our second complication. For the kids to swim in the pool, they had to wear head-caps. We didn't have any, so we had to buy some - 20RMB a cap, but no worries, we were having a good time, the kids are thrilled, and Momma wass sitting comfortably on a nice lawn-chair. All was good.

For dinner, Josey's only request was for "something large and fresh," so I went hunting, in a mall of 19 million square feet, and was sure I would find something. But I couldn't. Instead, what she and the rest of the family got was a loaf of bread and sliced ham and cheese. With Pringles and Yogurt of course, because it's Mother's Day and I know how to make it special. 

By 9:30, the party was beginning to die down.

(This is actually Zion on day two, but it's really just a duplicate of day one)

(This is actually Zion on day two, but it's really just a duplicate of day one)

The next morning, though, started with only promises. Breakfast was provided and waterparks called in the distance. 

We were dressed and ready by the time the park opened, then quickly hit a snare: I had too many bags and wasn't allowed into the beach area. 

So I walked back to the front desk, waited in line, rented a locker, stuffed the locker, then went back to the gate and met Josey, holding Elias, stuck at the gate. She wasn't wearing a bathing suite and therefore wasn't aloud in. They had to call a manager, then another, because I speak limited Chinese and they spoke limited English. 

"You need a bathing suit," she was told again. 

"She's not swimming," I said, "She's just sitting right there" and I pointed "With her family. She doesn't need a bathing suit." 

"But she's not wearing a bathing suit," he pointed out, again.

"I know, because she's not swimming, she's just sitting, right over there," and I pointed again.

We did this for a while, as a small crowed gathered and watched, until finally, cooler heads prevailed. 

The lady behind the counter, the one who initially stopped us, reached into Josey's purse, grabbed Elias' burping towel and laid it over Josey's shoulders - brilliant!  Now, she could go in. 

So we did. But before you could get through the gates and into the beach area, we had to have a life jacket. Had to. No questions. So we took that too, because it's Mother's Day and we were there to relax and enjoy the day. 

And we did. The rest of our stay was a good time. The kids LOVED the water, the slides, the lazy river, and the freedom. Mom, eventually, was able to relaxe and enjoyed the day. 

Good times, with good company - thank you Birdsongs and Joneses for a great weekend!

Good times, with good company - thank you Birdsongs and Joneses for a great weekend!

Another Mother's Day in the books, full of good times and good stories.

 

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Day 28 : Guys Night Out

Several are missing, but throughout my five years here, these guys have been my iron - refining me into a better teacher, husband, father, and man. 

Dan is from New Zealand, Wilson is Chinese-American, John from neither northerner nor southerner American, Cody is all Texan, Caleb is Chinese, Senny Korean-American, and Jeff is deep south. And we all sit around a table, drinking, eating, laughing, and sharing. 

Dan tells my favorite of his childhood memories - leaping for the ferry - and Senny steals everyone's coins so he can battle another round in the batting cages. 

I have truly enjoyed these men and the lives they have shared with me and my family. When I left Gillette, I said goodbye to Eric Trauger, Kasey Schirtz, and Matt Hard and great conversations.

In China, there has been a revolving door of people who sat with me and laughed and argued and wrestled with Life and books and teaching, and it has watered my soul.

Some of those not pictured here are worth noting: Josh Keegan, Travis Miller, Ed Blanchard, John-Ross Jones, Garon Dugas, Jesse Wells, Brendan May, and Dave Yost.

Thank you, my dudes. You will be missed.

 

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Day 29 : Eden's Goodbye

Eden has spent five of her seven years in China. More than America, it's her home. She loves tea eggs and jiaozi for breakfast, wants to carry an umbrella on sunny days, and loves traveling in cars and buses without a seatbelt. 

More than any of our kids, perhaps more than anyone in the family, she is struggling with the unknown of moving, the changing of faces and friends, and saying goodbye to her room, her school, and her home. 

Like she did with Judah, Josey sat with Eden to try and understand her thoughts and perspective of a life in China. 

You moved with your family across the world to live in China when you had just turned two years old. What is your very first memory of our life beginning here?

"Moving to a new apartment complex (the second one in China, after our first year) and helping Zion learn how to walk while you and daddy unpacked our bags and boxes."

 

You have lived in West China now for nearly five years, what are your favorite memories to look back on ? 

"Adventures with daddy like walking all the way to Tianfu Square with a picnic lunch. 

Learning how to swim, going on a train trip to the mountains with mamma, sleepovers with my cousins, all our camping trips, making cupcakes with Bekah, staying at the hospital with my baby brother, and getting my very first camera for my birthday."

 

You leave in a few weeks to go back to America, what are you really excited for? 

"Seeing all my family again, holding my new cousin Tessa, camping and swimming, Seeing Aunt Lou ann and Dave, the bright blue sky, cold cereal with milk, and seeing more horses."

 

What will you miss the most about living in China? 

"I will really miss my friends and jiaozi. Concrete park, my cousins, our rooftop, my school and my teachers, and Kangding. Oh and also Levi the turtle."

 

Do you think you'll ever come back here to visit or live someday? 

"No, I don't think so."

 

Will you be sad to leave? 

"Yes, but also happy too. I don't like when everyone stares and touches me, but I have no idea what they are saying. It feels embarrassing to be here."

 

Is there anything you wish you could have done before you get on the plane to go back? 

"Go to the place with the horses, camping by our favorite wall one more time, and saying goodbye to my CDES friends and going to the Global Center once more."

Last summer, Josey took Eden on an Adventure. Eden is growing up with an adventurous spirit, an artistic mind, and a sweet and gentle heart. 

She's growing up to be like her mom.

On the trip, Eden took a LOT of pictures. These are some of her favorites. 

This is my favorite because, well look it! Why wouldn't it be anyone's favorite? A horse, wild flowers, and a backdrop of pure wonder.

This is my favorite because, well look it! Why wouldn't it be anyone's favorite? A horse, wild flowers, and a backdrop of pure wonder.

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Day 30 : When the ending wasn't so near

This quote has been in my head the past week or so.

I haven't had time to take pictures or work diligently on our last hundred days, so it comes in waves or clumps and sometimes with a "that's good enough" mentality, and I hate it. 

But putting on the Ring and walking off into the mountains isn't an option.

So, instead of nothing or another, "I'm just tired" sort of post, here are some old pics, from years ago when I didn't know the ending was so near.

: Thoughts and Style :

: Thoughts and Style :

: Watch your Toes :

: Watch your Toes :

: Flying Kites :

: Flying Kites :

: Gotcha :

: Gotcha :

: Heading Somewhere :

: Heading Somewhere :

: The Light :

: The Light :

:Mah jiang :

:Mah jiang :

: Together :

: Together :

Some of these mean a lot to me, either because of the memory surrounding it or because they, for me, capture China.

"Flying Kites" is one of those "China" moments for me. "Together" was on a Sunday afternoon family walk, about two years ago.

"Ma jiang" was when we visited Sarah Cole during her first year in Xipu, "The Light" was on one of my 50 Days : 50 Faces walks. It was a beautiful night for a walk, after being treated to a beer and some pizza by some strangers. 

The other three were just stumbled upon moments, moments that I'll dearly miss.

Good God I'll miss this land.

 

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Day 33 : A tossing, but with anticipation

Dishes have been a constant for Judah these past few years, but today, for the first time, his routine had an extra pair of hands.

Josey and I both have a collection of memories with our siblings that surround washing dishes, and it blessed my heart to hear and watch these two get after it. They sang, the argued, they laughed, and the worked - together. Just as siblings should.

I could hear them, over the music, while packing up our first bag.

There's something relieving about trying to fit one's life into a dozen or so bags.

It's a sifting, an organizing of what's important, and what can be left behind. 

I threw away two shirts today, one of which I've had for over ten years. I bought at a thrift store and wore it often, in the summer and winter months. Then, when the collar started to fray, it turned into my campfire shirt. Throwing it in the trash today, with coffee grounds, empty water bottles, and banana peels, seemed unfair, like it deserved more. A ceremony, or something . . . I don't know. It's only a shirt I guess, but it's been with me since California, when Josey and I were less than a year married. 

But, now, there's no room for it, because we need to pack baby clothes.

I love that shirt, but it's just a shirt. Just like a home is just a home and a sink just a sink. None of them are packed in the bag, they'll all be left behind. But not the memories, not the stories. They're coming with us, in droves and droves, and when their edges fray, when our memories begin to unravel, we won't throw them away. We'll do the dishes. We'll sing and argue and laugh and work - together. Just as family should. And the memories will come roaring back. 

Or, like old shirts, we'll toss 'em. And that too will be okay, because baby clothes are full of promise and life and hope of what's to come. Not a longing for what was or what should have been.

It's is a sifting, an organizing of what's important, and an anticipation of what's to come.

 

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Day 34 : River Market and Campbells

Taxi rides : not the safest, but the best. Judah loves the wind in his hair, and Eden, our window watcher, loves the show.

Taxi rides : not the safest, but the best. Judah loves the wind in his hair, and Eden, our window watcher, loves the show.

We took the kids to the River Market today, one of Josey's favorite spots. The people here are beautiful. Ancient artifacts litter the narrow streets and dozens of kind hands reach for blonde curly hair. Zion doesn't mind; Eden gets overwhelmed. Judah loves the old coins and old knives. 

Mom and Dad love the faces.

Eden buying Mulan . . . in French (the book, not language spoken).

Eden buying Mulan . . . in French (the book, not language spoken).

 

For dinner, we were invited to the Campbells, one of our favorite spots. The people here are beautiful. Ancient toys (kept nicely in boxes) hide throughout the house and there is always a set of hands eager and ready to reach out and help. Zion loves it; Eden gets giddy. Judah can never have enough. 

Mom and Dad feel at home.

We missed the company of Davis and Donovan, but still, as always, walked away with our hearts minds, and stomachs full.

We thank and appreciate you THIS MUCH (arms stretching from China to Hawaii)!!!

Donovan and me, when I was fortunate enough to visit him and his family in Hawaii last summer. Holy blue ocean!

Donovan and me, when I was fortunate enough to visit him and his family in Hawaii last summer. Holy blue ocean!

 

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Day 36 : Mannequin in the street

I left for work at 3:30 this morning for a hopeful semi-interview. On the way in I saw and took this mannequin. 

I'm not sure, exactly, how I will use it, but I have ideas. I'm sure they'll be posted later.

 

After arriving, I called a potential job in Montana, only to find the phone not working. Frustrated, I decided to email him a Zoom meeting link. My computer shut down unexpectedly and I about flipped.

Almost a half hour later, I finally got through and we chatted for a bit - not great, not terrible.  I find out the 10th if I made it through the first round or not.

 

This week is a bit more busy than normal. Spring Trips are in full reboot mode and Bekah is out of town for 10 days or so.

 

Josey and I tried watching a movie, but I fell asleep on the couch. It was 8:30ish. 

Day 39 and 37: Eden's Birthday Week

May is an expensive month with three birthdays and Mother's Day, and it all starts with this tender-hearted girl.

This week, starting with Monday, Eden was loved on, and it brought joy to her heart, and mine.

 

Thank you James and Wendy Wright (Origins Coffee)!

Free dessert on her birthday

Free dessert on her birthday

Birthday cookies 

Birthday cookies 

 

Thank you Ms. Leitner for the BEST pre-birthday present!

 

She had a blessed and joyful week, topped off with her second most wanted birthday present, a camera (her number one was a pony). 

Happy Birthday Eden!!!  And thank you all who love her so well. 

Day 38 : What circumcision looks like. And more cockroaches.

After a little over three weeks of life, Elias had to go back to Angel hospital to be circumcised. None of us enjoyed it, but I'm guessing he had to endure the worst.  

While waiting, I saw these pictures hanging on the wall and remembered that I had documented a few of them when we were here for his birth. To console all of our hearts and minds, I decided that these, in fact, were the images running through Elias' mind throughout his stay, and nothing else.

They're a bit creepy, but I'm sure they're an improvement.

 

But before any of this, when I came to work this morning, I was greeted with yet another surprise:

My coworkers have entirely too much time on their hands . . . but they also help create a great and fun place to work. And I will miss it. 

Day 41 and 40 : "It was okay," and I'm okay with that.

I was given the book Tribes: we need you to lead us, by Seth Godin, for my birthday. It's a simple read, one that, if I had a full day of reading, could finish it. Nothing groundbreaking, but full of little nuggets worth remembering. I've marked and circled most of them.

Except for the one that sticks out and perhaps encompasses the past two days. Somewhere in the past seventy pages or so, Godin mentions something along the lines of, "If someone asks you how your day was, or your vacation, or whatever, and the answer is, 'It was okay,' the fault lies with you - because you had the ability to make it a great day. And we should never waste a day.

Although I agree with most of this, I'm also in a place of life where, at times, it's best to just have an okay day. 

Sarah left early Sunday morning so we wanted to spend most of Saturday with her, doing very little, but soaking up our final moments. Sunday was a day of rest and preparing for the week. We did very little but sit, read, talk, and have dinner dessert with the Todds on Saturday and dinner with he Birdsongs on Sunday. 

It was okay.

But it was also so much more than okay. We didn't take pictures or spend time "making memories," we just sat and let life be calm for a minute. It was great, because it was refreshing.

We have a crazy five weeks left. If we keep the throttle open the whole time, we'll run out of gas or crash. 

So although it isn't sexy to post two Last Hundred Days together without pictures or memories that invoke tears and longing and a deep sense of, "one day we're gonna miss this," I'm okay with a little reminder to relax, to rest, and to enjoy a few quiet moments in a quiet home. 

Sometimes having an "okay day" is just right. 

Day 42 : A Turtle, cockroaches, and a great birthday

His name is Hamlet, and he was a gift from Rachel Schuster - thank you!!!

His name is Hamlet, and he was a gift from Rachel Schuster - thank you!!!

Thank you all for the birthday wishes and kindness!!!  The apple cobbler was a taste of home (thank you Michelle Leitner!), the apple caramel cheesecake was a taste of heaven (thank you office staff), and the cockroach cake was a sweet reminder of why I love working with these people (thank you Heather Hoekman!)

 

When students buy me books for my birthday, I know I've done at least one thing right. But when Joseph Liu buys one from a used bookstore . . . I can put my feet up, rest my hands behind my head, and call it a day. Job. Well. Done.

Thank you Joseph and Graceann!

 

These cards are from Eden and her class. And they are friggen precious. One young girl gave me Wu Jiao and another hoped for Eden to get taller and that I'd have a good day. All of them made me smile.

 

Zholma gave me Tibetan tea!

 

My brother, Jeff Birdsong, satisfied the mind, the palate, and the eyes (a bow-tie!) and consequently, the heart as well.

 

Bekah Teasing reminded me that Penelope Cruz, Edward IV, Oskar Schinder, and I have a lot more in common than I thought. But perhaps more importantly, on this day, the first compact disc of an album was released before it's vinyl record counterpart on this day in 1987 (Tony Bennett's, The Art of Excellence) and that, in 1789, a rebel crew took control of the British ship "HMS Bounty."

Today, as it has been throughout all of history, was a good day.

Thank you all for the gifts, cards, and birthday wishes!  

 

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Day 43 : TLB Days

When a major transition inches closer and closer, and the blur of what will be doesn't clear, sometimes simple conversations can encourage the soul.

I had one of those today.

Thursday's are my TLB days - Thursday Lunch Buddy - with Paul Schuster.  I won't spent too much time here talking about his impact on me, because I have that in mind for a later post, but I want to mention it here too because I think it's important.

Thank you, Paul, for being a consistent and reliable friend. Thank you, today, for letting me vent, and for hearing my frustrations with kindness and gentleness. 

I am blessed to know you.

 

 

Day 44 : A.A. Meetings

One of my first encounters with Alison was a little under five years ago, when she addressed the staff about our attitudes on Atlas Rubicon. She was in charge of it all and we, perhaps mostly I, were not getting it done. I walked away a bit miffed at what she had to say, believing she was wrong, and when a friend encouraged me to sit and chat with her. I did. 

I believe conflict reveals truth - in an individual and in relationships - and when I brought my conflict to Alison, her patience, honesty, and humility was revealed. I also learned she's hardly ever wrong.

For the next five years, Alison became one of my favorite people to engage in conversation with, because with her, we could talk about some deep and real stuff. I have many friends who are great at conversation, at challenging thoughts and ideas, but most of them are like me - white and male. Alison is neither. 

The NY Times published an article that pushed for diversity in classrooms, workplaces, and social circles, because diversity brings "cognitive friction," not narrow-mindedness. With Alison, my mind and ideas are constantly sharpened and refined. Because she isn't afraid to tell me when I'm thinking like a fool. Nor is she too stubborn to dig in her heals and refuse to change her mind, which allows for some extremely honest and fruitful discussions, not debates or arguments. I recently read that we should, "argue like we're right and listen like we're wrong." For me, Alison embodies this habit.

Alison and I talk about all the things people are afraid to talk about. We can talk about Black Lives Matter, discuss movies like Dear White People, contemplate the role of prayer and feminism, and compare our thoughts on Trump. To the point where others are visibly scared, because they aren't familiar with how Alison and I can communicate - open, without judgement or offense. Because of humility.

For me, humility is perhaps the greatest character trait one can possess: the full acknowledgement of one's gifts and talents but the decision to use them, or withhold, for the benefit of others. When I come to my A.A. meetings with Alison, in all her wisdom and knowledge, she does not belittle or carry herself in a, "well, you'll understand it one day. When you're older" sort of way. She is slow to speak and quick to listen. As Chris Anderson says about public speaking, it’s about sharing a gift that you have that will benefit others, not self, the same can be applied to conversations with AA.

Alison also lives a life of humility, with me, with her writing. I've known to many people who, when they're gift or talent is challenged by another, they spread wide, taking up as much room on the couch as possible so nobody else can sit. But Alison scoots over, pats the seat next to her, and asks how she can help. She is not envies or filled with vein conceit. She is humble, not competitive or seclusive. On this point, there is not enough that I can say to how helpful she has been, and how grateful I am for it. 

If there were more Alison's in this world, it would most certainly be a better place. She has inspired my writing, encouraged my teaching, and has been a solid and consistent source for wisdom, and correction; she has truly inspired me to be a better teacher, father, husband, friend, and person. She is simply one of the best.

And I will miss her dearly.