I got a call today from my priest telling me of a woman who needed friendship and comfort. She was a person of diminished capacity, had breast cancer, was totally alone and needed company; someone to reach out to her. I was told she was at a behavioral treatment center but didn't know much more than that. I decided to go visit but felt awkward and edgy. I really didn't know what to expect. What I found was something I would have never thought of. I arrived to find myself visiting a secured and locked down facility. She was a very broken human being.
Some people just don't seem to get any breaks in life. A dead brother. Another brother not in her life. An invalid mother. A disappeared father. Two children. One grandchild. Beatings. Alcohol and drugs. Mental health issues. A desperately rough life crossing the generations. She is an intelligent woman with much suffering in her life. Following the threads of a conversation was easy.
A few minutes into our visit we learned the Fr. . . . . had arrived. That is when I remembered that he had said he would try to get over there but I had forgotten all about that possibility. We talked about getting a phone number to her that she needed and had lost. We talked about follow-up visits and seeing her at the hospital after her surgery. I don't know how easy that will but I'll try.
Meeting a person like her is an object reminder of how blessed I am in my life. Writing this will serve as a remind to me that when God spoke through the Holy Spirit, I managed to actually be paying attention, listen and act. Thank you, God. What next?