Our leader and founder has been in the hospital in a coma for almost two weeks. We have been in contact with his wife, Anna Bella, and we hope and pray and believe that he will wake soon. Joshua is needed and loved by all, and he is missed dearly here by the GSET team.
His wife Anna Bella had recorded this song for Joshua on her smartphone one day, because she would sing it to him on particularly rough days to bring him peace. She wanted to record it for him, so that even at times when she had to leave his side, he would have a piece of her with him at all times, and will play it for him, even as he is not conscious.
Our love to Joshua and Anna, and Joshua please wake up and get better soon. We love you and need you.
~GSET Team
The Sounds of Heaven
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Joshua's Joys/ Tom Wright/ GHS Strings/Andy
Though we have not begun to scratch the surface of Joshua's Journey; most of his stories have been of severe tragedy and even those that have not been spoken of are beyond disbelief. As we have stated earlier, it is very difficult to keep in order his stories, because they are so many and so complex.
As Joshua graduated from high school early, he had received his doctorate in medicine at the age of 22. At the age of 21, he had picked up the guitar. Though he had practiced shortly in the field of medicine, he knew that his calling was music. It was not shortly after this that he became severely ill affecting his opportunities. At the age of 22, Joshua had formed a band. After one month of playing, submitted a song to a major record label. Just one. Within two weeks, he had gotten a reply. It was Atlantic Records.
Through a series of events, the record deal did not come to be. At the same time a wonderful company had offered Joshua an endorsement deal. GHS Strings. It was initially a three year contract at 70% off that eventually lasted for over a decade at 100% off all merchandise from GHS Strings and their sister company Rock Tron. A wonderful company who has promised that when he has recovered, his endorsement will be back in full effect. He's always considered them friends and family. And would play no other string.
Throughout the years, opportunity kept knocking. The music industry had changed quite dramatically as companies were buying out other companies; merging etc. The days of unsolicited material were over. You had to know someone to be someone. It's like the old adage you can't get a job unless you have experience, but the job you're applying for would give you the experience. That is one of the reasons that Joshua started his own record company GTRecords; where he and his wife have control over such things as this. Not with just a record deal, but with production, helping with the creative process, management, distribution, bookings. When you're in the music industry it all becomes very simple, but until you get there it is an excruciating process. Because of Joshua's illness, he did not do much recording. He toured quite often. Through some of his treatments, he'd have to see a doctor weekly. One day Joshua was at home and he received a phone call from Tom Wright. Some people know Tom Wright as being an amazing photographer, chronicling amazing photos of incredible musical bands. How Tom came to be THE Tom Wright is that he grew up with the band The Who. He offered to be their manager and history was made; for that is what had happened. Tom had heard of Joshua through word of mouth. When Joshua would record, he preferred to go to his own studio that he had built throughout the years; a small town, so he could be alone and free from distraction. Can you call this serendipitous? Tom Wright lived not just several miles from Joshua's studio, but had no idea.
It all started like this, during the summer break from college, a famous world renowned bar/restaurant with an incredible amount of other great enjoyments called Brownwood Acres, was reopened. People such as Paul Newman, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra would come and sing at this restaurant. 15 years or so earlier there was an actress named Christine Laudi who was a dancer at this club. The dancers were called the Brownwood Honeybees. When the new renters had come in, knowing the history of this amazing place, Joshua was immediately asked to form a band and was asked to call it the Brownwood Killer Bees. Within 2 weeks, as Joshua can play almost every instrument, taught this band how to play a 4 hour set of songs. This is the start of the word of mouth.
Back to Tom Wright. Joshua, still being ill, was doing a little better. Though he was still having trouble with his medical treatment, Tom had called Joshua one day and they had a long conversation. Joshua stated that Tom had extreme excitement in his voice. Tom simply asked Joshua to do a recording. He wanted it on a tape. Yes a simple tape recorder. As Joshua's favorite PA system to use for practice, called a Fender Passport, Joshua wracked out 7 or 8 tunes, some acoustic, some electric, some covers, some originals. He sent it to Tom. Tom called Joshua back three days later. The excitement was incredible. Tom told Joshua that he had never heard anything like him. He said "You need to be heard, and to be honest this will finally get me back to what I'm supposed to be doing, which is managing."
He explained to Joshua why he wanted the recording on a tape, as he was old school; because there could be no overdubbing or second takes. After that it was easy. Tom offered to do all the work, but explained that his mother was ailing. So Joshua called up Epic Records, simply said Tom's name, which Joshua had already had dealings with Epic and had already turned down two record deal offers, but obviously it would not hurt matters to have Tom Wright in your corner. Joshua had flown down to Epic's New York headquarters and performed in one of the many A&R rep's offices. He simply had a Peavey Delta Blues with a 15" speaker, a tube screamer, and his Fender strat, strings 13-58. They asked if he could do a small demo with just three songs for legal purposes. Because of Joshua's illness, he had to fly back to where his doctor was. He had left his equipment at Epic. As he went back into the doctor, he became very ill again. A multitude of treatment, a multitude of medication.
When Joshua had first submitted to a record company, he had simply bought a book called SongWriters Market. One of the biggest things he had learned was not to make excuses. A&R reps feel quite degraded when this is done. Most believe they can hear the talent and gifts and to make excuses for your sound is irrelevant. Joshua had read a book by Eric Clapton, who by this time he had met several times over and had played alongside. Eric said, " I do not want a boy's voice, I do not want to hear a boy's voice, I wanted a man's voice." Explaining about all of the horrible recording sessions and how awful he was, yet thought he was incredible. At this time, Joshua had only had a couple of amps and guitars. His best ones were left back at Epic/Sony Records. So he was left to use horrible equipment, plugged directly into the computer, doing all the instruments, going through chemo and on a lot of medication, this took away from his singing, of course, music ability in general. But, they already heard him live, so, he spit it all out, one take, then overdubbed the accompanying music; again, which he played all instruments himself.
As Joshua has stated before, so many opportunities have come and gone because of illness, that nobody has truly heard what he sounds like. But this story is about the people along the way.
Shortly after Tom's mother became ill, so did Tom. Joshua often feels disappointed as he has told us several times, what bothers him the most is that he could not give Tom the opportunity that Tom had so generously and unselfishly given him. But this is one of the examples of who you touch in your life. Of who remembers you. Who knows of you. But more importantly, what do they remember? And what do they know about you? There are always going to be people who have nothing good to say about anything or anybody. Those people don't matter. There will always be the Tom Wrights and the GHS strings. Many times people give false hope. Sometimes because they want to hurt, sometimes it's because they want to be something so badly for themselves and for someone else, they believe if they speak it they will will it to happen leaving people to be disappointed. In life, you can be sure of something about lying, in a personal conversation the more information that people offer up about something that is not asked, it's more than likely a lie or an embellishment. And interestingly enough, it seems as if the more people know about something, especially a lie, that somehow it becomes the truth.
Many things that Joshua has taught us. As of now, Joshua's the sickest that he's ever been. All of us here at the GSET team have no idea why this is happening. What seemed to be a simple fix within his body has now become so complex. He has mentioned often; what if he would have taken one of those record deals, would his life be worth saving? Or at least would he be getting proper medical treatment? If you subscribe to "Nothing happens out of God's will." then there must be a reason. Serendipitous. Simply fate. Joshua has stated several times before, that at 34 it was finally his time to shine. Though it has not come to pass, the last time Joshua was ill for three and a half years, when he had gotten better, he was thankful. If God is listening, we ask for Joshua's healing. There are many people who have touched his life, but we believe even more in the people's lives that he has touched for the better. Though there are so many tragedies yet to be revealed, and so many joys, living them, living through them, is completely different than seeing or hearing about them. Something that Joshua had wanted to state before he was in the hospital, we only received part of it, but we believe it would be fitting to put out there.
When Joshua was 34, at that time he had met a young lady that was only 20, now his wife Anna Bella. Though they have went through horrible tragedies together, the word that is being emphasized here is together. Starting out in the purest love, how damaging sickness can be, real sickness. He said it seems as if when there's more love to be had, the more it can be taken away. Desperation, frustration, confusion, ensues, but it will come to pass. Sometimes you shut yourself down so you can start from scratch and build yourself back up. Through all their troubles, we have never seen a truer love than that of Joshua and Anna's. Through thick and thin, good and bad, they stayed by each other's side. Before Joshua went into the hospital, this is the last statement that was sent to us: In every situation in life, from the worst, to the best. from the smallest to the biggest, when you can only see yourself experiencing all of these things with only one person, and without that person there would be no joy to be had, then my friends, you have found true love. And that is Joshua and his wife Andy.
~GSET TEAM~
As Joshua graduated from high school early, he had received his doctorate in medicine at the age of 22. At the age of 21, he had picked up the guitar. Though he had practiced shortly in the field of medicine, he knew that his calling was music. It was not shortly after this that he became severely ill affecting his opportunities. At the age of 22, Joshua had formed a band. After one month of playing, submitted a song to a major record label. Just one. Within two weeks, he had gotten a reply. It was Atlantic Records.
Through a series of events, the record deal did not come to be. At the same time a wonderful company had offered Joshua an endorsement deal. GHS Strings. It was initially a three year contract at 70% off that eventually lasted for over a decade at 100% off all merchandise from GHS Strings and their sister company Rock Tron. A wonderful company who has promised that when he has recovered, his endorsement will be back in full effect. He's always considered them friends and family. And would play no other string.
Throughout the years, opportunity kept knocking. The music industry had changed quite dramatically as companies were buying out other companies; merging etc. The days of unsolicited material were over. You had to know someone to be someone. It's like the old adage you can't get a job unless you have experience, but the job you're applying for would give you the experience. That is one of the reasons that Joshua started his own record company GTRecords; where he and his wife have control over such things as this. Not with just a record deal, but with production, helping with the creative process, management, distribution, bookings. When you're in the music industry it all becomes very simple, but until you get there it is an excruciating process. Because of Joshua's illness, he did not do much recording. He toured quite often. Through some of his treatments, he'd have to see a doctor weekly. One day Joshua was at home and he received a phone call from Tom Wright. Some people know Tom Wright as being an amazing photographer, chronicling amazing photos of incredible musical bands. How Tom came to be THE Tom Wright is that he grew up with the band The Who. He offered to be their manager and history was made; for that is what had happened. Tom had heard of Joshua through word of mouth. When Joshua would record, he preferred to go to his own studio that he had built throughout the years; a small town, so he could be alone and free from distraction. Can you call this serendipitous? Tom Wright lived not just several miles from Joshua's studio, but had no idea.
It all started like this, during the summer break from college, a famous world renowned bar/restaurant with an incredible amount of other great enjoyments called Brownwood Acres, was reopened. People such as Paul Newman, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra would come and sing at this restaurant. 15 years or so earlier there was an actress named Christine Laudi who was a dancer at this club. The dancers were called the Brownwood Honeybees. When the new renters had come in, knowing the history of this amazing place, Joshua was immediately asked to form a band and was asked to call it the Brownwood Killer Bees. Within 2 weeks, as Joshua can play almost every instrument, taught this band how to play a 4 hour set of songs. This is the start of the word of mouth.
Back to Tom Wright. Joshua, still being ill, was doing a little better. Though he was still having trouble with his medical treatment, Tom had called Joshua one day and they had a long conversation. Joshua stated that Tom had extreme excitement in his voice. Tom simply asked Joshua to do a recording. He wanted it on a tape. Yes a simple tape recorder. As Joshua's favorite PA system to use for practice, called a Fender Passport, Joshua wracked out 7 or 8 tunes, some acoustic, some electric, some covers, some originals. He sent it to Tom. Tom called Joshua back three days later. The excitement was incredible. Tom told Joshua that he had never heard anything like him. He said "You need to be heard, and to be honest this will finally get me back to what I'm supposed to be doing, which is managing."
He explained to Joshua why he wanted the recording on a tape, as he was old school; because there could be no overdubbing or second takes. After that it was easy. Tom offered to do all the work, but explained that his mother was ailing. So Joshua called up Epic Records, simply said Tom's name, which Joshua had already had dealings with Epic and had already turned down two record deal offers, but obviously it would not hurt matters to have Tom Wright in your corner. Joshua had flown down to Epic's New York headquarters and performed in one of the many A&R rep's offices. He simply had a Peavey Delta Blues with a 15" speaker, a tube screamer, and his Fender strat, strings 13-58. They asked if he could do a small demo with just three songs for legal purposes. Because of Joshua's illness, he had to fly back to where his doctor was. He had left his equipment at Epic. As he went back into the doctor, he became very ill again. A multitude of treatment, a multitude of medication.
When Joshua had first submitted to a record company, he had simply bought a book called SongWriters Market. One of the biggest things he had learned was not to make excuses. A&R reps feel quite degraded when this is done. Most believe they can hear the talent and gifts and to make excuses for your sound is irrelevant. Joshua had read a book by Eric Clapton, who by this time he had met several times over and had played alongside. Eric said, " I do not want a boy's voice, I do not want to hear a boy's voice, I wanted a man's voice." Explaining about all of the horrible recording sessions and how awful he was, yet thought he was incredible. At this time, Joshua had only had a couple of amps and guitars. His best ones were left back at Epic/Sony Records. So he was left to use horrible equipment, plugged directly into the computer, doing all the instruments, going through chemo and on a lot of medication, this took away from his singing, of course, music ability in general. But, they already heard him live, so, he spit it all out, one take, then overdubbed the accompanying music; again, which he played all instruments himself.
As Joshua has stated before, so many opportunities have come and gone because of illness, that nobody has truly heard what he sounds like. But this story is about the people along the way.
Shortly after Tom's mother became ill, so did Tom. Joshua often feels disappointed as he has told us several times, what bothers him the most is that he could not give Tom the opportunity that Tom had so generously and unselfishly given him. But this is one of the examples of who you touch in your life. Of who remembers you. Who knows of you. But more importantly, what do they remember? And what do they know about you? There are always going to be people who have nothing good to say about anything or anybody. Those people don't matter. There will always be the Tom Wrights and the GHS strings. Many times people give false hope. Sometimes because they want to hurt, sometimes it's because they want to be something so badly for themselves and for someone else, they believe if they speak it they will will it to happen leaving people to be disappointed. In life, you can be sure of something about lying, in a personal conversation the more information that people offer up about something that is not asked, it's more than likely a lie or an embellishment. And interestingly enough, it seems as if the more people know about something, especially a lie, that somehow it becomes the truth.
Many things that Joshua has taught us. As of now, Joshua's the sickest that he's ever been. All of us here at the GSET team have no idea why this is happening. What seemed to be a simple fix within his body has now become so complex. He has mentioned often; what if he would have taken one of those record deals, would his life be worth saving? Or at least would he be getting proper medical treatment? If you subscribe to "Nothing happens out of God's will." then there must be a reason. Serendipitous. Simply fate. Joshua has stated several times before, that at 34 it was finally his time to shine. Though it has not come to pass, the last time Joshua was ill for three and a half years, when he had gotten better, he was thankful. If God is listening, we ask for Joshua's healing. There are many people who have touched his life, but we believe even more in the people's lives that he has touched for the better. Though there are so many tragedies yet to be revealed, and so many joys, living them, living through them, is completely different than seeing or hearing about them. Something that Joshua had wanted to state before he was in the hospital, we only received part of it, but we believe it would be fitting to put out there.
When Joshua was 34, at that time he had met a young lady that was only 20, now his wife Anna Bella. Though they have went through horrible tragedies together, the word that is being emphasized here is together. Starting out in the purest love, how damaging sickness can be, real sickness. He said it seems as if when there's more love to be had, the more it can be taken away. Desperation, frustration, confusion, ensues, but it will come to pass. Sometimes you shut yourself down so you can start from scratch and build yourself back up. Through all their troubles, we have never seen a truer love than that of Joshua and Anna's. Through thick and thin, good and bad, they stayed by each other's side. Before Joshua went into the hospital, this is the last statement that was sent to us: In every situation in life, from the worst, to the best. from the smallest to the biggest, when you can only see yourself experiencing all of these things with only one person, and without that person there would be no joy to be had, then my friends, you have found true love. And that is Joshua and his wife Andy.
~GSET TEAM~
The Story of Jennifer part 1.5
Just as she was about to lose hope, she saw a small help wanted sign in a paper covered window of a shop. She walked in and looked about. The store was all wood. The floors, the walls, the shelves, the counter. There was nothing stocked. She thought it was peculiar. How can a shop run, if it doesn't sell anything? She called out and nobody answered. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, an elderly gentleman came out from the back room.
"Hello," she said, "I am here about a job. I saw your ad in the window."
"Yes," he said, "As you can see we are still unpacking, but how much experience do you have with electronics."
Jennifer's heart sank, "None I'm afraid, but I am a very fast learner, I received top marks in school an will work very hard."
"Well, I was hoping to find someone who knew a little bit about the business,"
"Please, sir," Jennifer interrupted, "I beg your pardon for my rudeness, but I need this job. I have no other choice, and I have no money left. I will do anything for you, cleaning, selling, stocking, anything. I need this work sir, and what I lack in experience, I will make up for in willingness and eagerness to learn, and hard work."
The man was silent for a while, as each moment that passed Jennifer's heart sank deeper and deeper, but finally he smiled and said, "Well, young lady. I guess you sold me, now let's see if you can sell a television set."
Jennifer looked up, "I have the job?"
He says, "You have the job." and sticking his hand out to shake hers he says, "My name is Mr. Thompson, and the pay is $1.00 per hour plus 25% of any sales that you make. I will need you to help me unload merchandise, stock the shelves, and once we open, I will need you to help me lure all of the young men and women into the store to buy and convince their families to buy. Do you think you can do that?"
Nodding quickly, "Yes sir, I mean, Mr. Thompson, absolutely! When can I start?"
He replied. "How about right now? I'll pay you at the end of each day, and we'll start at 9 am and work until 7pm. You'll have an hour off in the afternoon for lunch." It was around 5 pm, and Jennifer stayed and helped him to take plastic off of televisions, and begin to roll them out front on a huge cart that was three times her size. She unpacked transistor radios, and put them on the shelves. They had unloaded several crates when Mr. Thompson exclaimed, "My! Look at the time! It is 8pm. That's enough for the day. He went to the til that they had unpacked first, and opened it and pulled out $3.00.
He handed it to her, and thanking him, Jennifer agreed to come back before 9am the next morning. As she turned to go home, she stopped for a moment to admire the work that they had done. The once empty shelves, mostly filled, and the barren shop now looked like a store. While there was much work left to be done, she was filled with a feeling of accomplishment. And turned to walk home to tell Grace what had become of her.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
The Story of Jennifer part 1
*names have been changed for protection*
It was 1955 when she left home. Jennifer was only 12 years old. It wasn't that her parents were abusive, they were just absent. She stole $300 and hopped a bus from her home in Kentucky to Las Vegas. Sin City. She had dreams to be a singer. Times were different. Her ticket across the country cost her $35. With her suitcase in hand and her few prized possessions in her purse, she boarded the bus and left.
It took almost a week to get to Vegas. They made several stops along the way, and for the first couple of days the person sitting next to her would change several times. But once they got past any urban areas, it was a straight trip there. She had managed to end with the seat next to her empty, and propped her bags up against the window to use as a pillow and stretched out over the empty space. She had her journal, a book, Anne of Green Gables, and her bible. She read and prayed that she was making the right choice. Everything about it felt right, she felt free. But she was worried about how she would make do if there were an emergency. Even though her parents traveled almost constantly for work, there was always a neighbor or family member that could be called if anything went awry. Halfway across the country, it finally began to sink in what she had done.
When Jennifer got to Vegas, she immediately went to the payphone in the bus station and dialed information. She asked for the number to the nearest women's home. With luck it was only a couple miles away. She shared a ride with an older couple she had spoken with briefly on the bus and their adult children, who had come to pick them up. When she got out, she tried to pay them for their courtesy, but the elderly woman looked at her and said, "My dear, you will need it more than we do. God speed child."
Jennifer quickly got settled into a single room. It was $10 per week for a small 8'x10' room with a single bed that squeaked and sunk, a sink, a small set of dressers, and a space to hang clothes. Jennifer's $10 covered her room, meals, and laundry. There was a shared bathroom at the end of the hall that only had hot water from 5 am until noon, and three meals a day were served in the kitchen. The woman,Grace, who ran the house was kind, and accepted Jennifer's story about being 16 years old. Grace took a special liking to Jennifer, and while she was strict with the other girls under the care of her home, gave Jennifer special privileges, such as an extra serving at dinner, or a sweet that Grace would leave tucked into her laundry.
Jennifer was introduced to worldly ways very quickly. Several of the girls that lived in the women's hotel were prostitutes. Constantly trying to convince Jennifer to join them. She knew of prostitutes, but being so young, had no idea exactly what sex was. She turned them down and away for months, and Grace would come at them like a rabid mother bear when she caught them trying to corrupt her surrogate daughter, but Jennifer's money was running out quickly. She knew she had to find some work to provide for herself.
Jennifer walked the streets of Vegas, going into restaurant after shop, where ever there was a help wanted sign in the window, but so many of them wanted a girl with experience, and one with a few more years. One clothing shop owner was so crass as to state that he wouldn't trust someone her age behind the cash register, she would probably steal from him. As her 13th birthday passed, and Grace had baked her a cake that had 17 candles on it, Jennifer prayed asking God what she was going to do. She did not want to become a lady of the night, she hadn't even had her first kiss yet, but with each passing day it seemed as though her options were quickly fading away. Grace had reduced her rent to $5 per week in exchange for helping her with the girl's laundry, but it wasn't even to sustain her forever. With each passing day, the prostitutes fell upon Jennifer's need like vultures on a carcass, mocking her insolvency and baiting her each day to join them in the night.
Jennifer was down to her last $5. After that week, she would be out of money, and either be out on the streets, or be reduced to begging Grace, who had already been so kind, to be beyond generous and allow her to stay at the women's hotel gratis, however, Jennifer knew that not only would her pride not allow this, but however big Grace's heart, she could not afford to allow Jennifer to stay for free.
to be continued...
It was 1955 when she left home. Jennifer was only 12 years old. It wasn't that her parents were abusive, they were just absent. She stole $300 and hopped a bus from her home in Kentucky to Las Vegas. Sin City. She had dreams to be a singer. Times were different. Her ticket across the country cost her $35. With her suitcase in hand and her few prized possessions in her purse, she boarded the bus and left.
It took almost a week to get to Vegas. They made several stops along the way, and for the first couple of days the person sitting next to her would change several times. But once they got past any urban areas, it was a straight trip there. She had managed to end with the seat next to her empty, and propped her bags up against the window to use as a pillow and stretched out over the empty space. She had her journal, a book, Anne of Green Gables, and her bible. She read and prayed that she was making the right choice. Everything about it felt right, she felt free. But she was worried about how she would make do if there were an emergency. Even though her parents traveled almost constantly for work, there was always a neighbor or family member that could be called if anything went awry. Halfway across the country, it finally began to sink in what she had done.
When Jennifer got to Vegas, she immediately went to the payphone in the bus station and dialed information. She asked for the number to the nearest women's home. With luck it was only a couple miles away. She shared a ride with an older couple she had spoken with briefly on the bus and their adult children, who had come to pick them up. When she got out, she tried to pay them for their courtesy, but the elderly woman looked at her and said, "My dear, you will need it more than we do. God speed child."
Jennifer quickly got settled into a single room. It was $10 per week for a small 8'x10' room with a single bed that squeaked and sunk, a sink, a small set of dressers, and a space to hang clothes. Jennifer's $10 covered her room, meals, and laundry. There was a shared bathroom at the end of the hall that only had hot water from 5 am until noon, and three meals a day were served in the kitchen. The woman,Grace, who ran the house was kind, and accepted Jennifer's story about being 16 years old. Grace took a special liking to Jennifer, and while she was strict with the other girls under the care of her home, gave Jennifer special privileges, such as an extra serving at dinner, or a sweet that Grace would leave tucked into her laundry.
Jennifer was introduced to worldly ways very quickly. Several of the girls that lived in the women's hotel were prostitutes. Constantly trying to convince Jennifer to join them. She knew of prostitutes, but being so young, had no idea exactly what sex was. She turned them down and away for months, and Grace would come at them like a rabid mother bear when she caught them trying to corrupt her surrogate daughter, but Jennifer's money was running out quickly. She knew she had to find some work to provide for herself.
Jennifer walked the streets of Vegas, going into restaurant after shop, where ever there was a help wanted sign in the window, but so many of them wanted a girl with experience, and one with a few more years. One clothing shop owner was so crass as to state that he wouldn't trust someone her age behind the cash register, she would probably steal from him. As her 13th birthday passed, and Grace had baked her a cake that had 17 candles on it, Jennifer prayed asking God what she was going to do. She did not want to become a lady of the night, she hadn't even had her first kiss yet, but with each passing day it seemed as though her options were quickly fading away. Grace had reduced her rent to $5 per week in exchange for helping her with the girl's laundry, but it wasn't even to sustain her forever. With each passing day, the prostitutes fell upon Jennifer's need like vultures on a carcass, mocking her insolvency and baiting her each day to join them in the night.
Jennifer was down to her last $5. After that week, she would be out of money, and either be out on the streets, or be reduced to begging Grace, who had already been so kind, to be beyond generous and allow her to stay at the women's hotel gratis, however, Jennifer knew that not only would her pride not allow this, but however big Grace's heart, she could not afford to allow Jennifer to stay for free.
to be continued...
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Twitter and Facebook Now Linked
We now have our Twitter and Facebook linked to our blog here. You may follow us and easily get to these pages by following via the Twitter widget at the left of our page under our archive. Please feel free to follow as it is our purpose and vision to follow everyone back. Please don't forget to follow/like us on Facebook. Now that this is complete, a few on our time shall be working full time on launching our new website; which will link all four together. Thank you all so much for your support, and please continue to share your stories with us. Without your stories there is nothing to share and care. Thank you so much again our friends. Take Care.
~GSET Team
~GSET Team
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