No longer a driver I now rely on Senior Transportation Connection to get me to doctor’s appointments. A small white van picks me up and I enter a world shared with others who also have learned to do without a car. The drivers are interesting in their own right. Altogether I enjoy being differently-abled.
This morning I used the STC service to get to my dentist’s office. When my appointment was over another van picked me up for the trip home. I was the single passenger. As we waited at a red light a school bus drove by. The STC driver remarked that she wanted to drive school buses. We agreed how important and rewarding it would be to be part of children’s lives in these dangerous and uncertain times. A black woman raised in the South, she wanted to pass on the sound teachings and community values of her family. She believed children nowadays need direction. And she told me the story of her daughter who has ADHD.
Her story revealed her as a mother who sought help for her child and accepted the difficult diagnosis. A woman who educated herself about ADHD. After a long search she found a school who asked what they could do for her daughter and for her. She replied “Believe in me.” I marveled at her wisdom and humility, and her faith and prayers.
I told her about my son who recently didn’t get the teaching job he applied for in a prosperous suburb. Instead he interviewed with an inner-city Charter School and got what he calls the job of a lifetime. He is grateful to be able to give his gifts as an experienced teacher and help shape children’s lives in this time of upheaval.
We two women, one black and one white, both mothers and one also a grandmother, were bound in our love for children everywhere. It is amazing but not exactly unexpected that we came together as kindred spirits in these weeks of unspeakable carnage and grief. These tragedies also give birth to moments of hope, testimony that love still abides.
When we arrived at my home the driver gave me a hand getting out of the van. We spoke of blessings and promised prayers for each other. She reached out and we hugged goodbye. I asked her name. She said Angela. I think I had been speaking with an angel unaware.
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Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. There are many reaching out across false borders. It’s important to share our stories.
Thanks, Eileen.
Powerful closing line. You’re a gracious lady yourself. Have a brilliant week.
Thanks, Heath. May your week shine.
Wonderous how the Holy Spirit attends to our deepest needs -sharing our stories and thoughts! Love and respect for humankind for sure!!!!
Amen, Rosalind. Thanks. ❤
Wow lovely
Thanks Lynn.
This simple post, which brought tears to my eyes as I reached its final paragraphs, encapsulates many of the qualities that are lacking in the world at present. It also reinforces some of my thoughts on politics, gender and race. (1) If more women, especially mothers, ran the world there would be fewer wars. (2) Before judging someone who looks different than you, try to put yourself in their place, to walk a mile in their shoes. I’m consciously trying to do more of the latter recently.
Thanks for your comment. Moments like this give me hope. 🙂
Loved this story it proves to me once more that angels meet angels xxx
I love your comment. Thanks.