The headlines read ”Wealthy Woman Dies in the Slums.” A wealthy woman was found dead in the lower slums of Blind. She was seen on a daily basis pushing her old rusting cot up and down the trash laden streets of downtown. No one spoke to her after a while as she became a permanent fixture in her tattered clothing showing signs of her poverty status as it blended into the landscape of Blind.
She never seemed to be all there when they passed her by on the streets for she always looked down as they went to and fro to their various destinations. Her head was always bowed down and her back never was straight. When you saw her , you would have thought that she was always looking for something on the ground. She was just another old lady that had no one to care for her in her latter years. Did she have family, children, sisters, brothers, grandchildren, cousins, anybody? No one ever stopped to inquire.
To the naked eye she was a nobody a pathetic old person that had nothing to offer anybody. She looked as though she had nothing, nothing at all. As people read her story in the newspaper and saw her life flash across the T.V. many began to recognize the lone media character. As recognition dawned among those who took special note, the stories of her gifting began to surface. Stories like that of a young man who ran into the deceased one day and how she gave him a hand full of money. He had just lost his minimum wage job but his children needed food just the same. A young woman was sitting out on the curb with her children and furniture as the deceased lady was pushing her cot pass the destitute family. Her heart reached out to the crying mother as she fumbled down in her cot and pulled out a crumbled bag. With an incredulous look on her face the young mother almost didn’t look inside. When she did look inside, it was full of money; enough money to get her and her children off the street and a safe place to stay.
E-mails, letters, and phone calls came form the most unlikely sources. No one knew her name, but there were a number of people who were blessed buy her gifting. She did not live in a big house, or drive a fancy car. Her clothes would offend those who she came in contact with. Her presentation was that of a poor person without any means. It’s what other eyes saw when they came in contact with her, but it’s not what they really saw.
At the funeral, the church was full. Those who had been touched in a personal way came to pay their respect. The congregation was varied from young to old, and from rich to poor. They all came forth for one purpose. The story does not end here. Three weeks later the final headline read “ Wealthy Slum Woman Leaves A Million Dollars to the Children’s Home.”
Was this a true story? Only your heart will know if what you see is what you truly saw.
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