It's A Long Story: Part Six
I took the train from Near Philadelphia to Somewhere Even Nearer Philadelphia. I was met at the station by someone I had not seen in more than twenty years. We had lunch together. We talked and talked and then went back to her place for a further visit. She lives in a gorgeous place, a retirement center for nuns.
It was Sister Angela, the woman who introduced me to pastoral care and hospital chaplaincy back in 1986. I tried to tell her how important she has been to me, what an impact she made on my life. She didn't seem able to hear it. That didn't surprise me.
I gave her Bill's Baskets. It fits her bed perfectly and is exactly the right colors for her room.
It was such a good day.
Comments
I've known a few people who each had a kind of graceful humility and they, too, seem not to hear praise or gratitude when it was directed at them. Methinks that deep inside, they and Sister Angela, hide these thankful words in their hearts to keep them humbly warm, glad to have been used by God in the life of another soul for the good of the world.
The beautiful quilt you made is the cherry on top!
Hugs!
Isn't it wonderful when we get to share with our mentors how much they mean (even if they don't want to hear it).
You are blessed to have so many people from so many times in your life!