She Sheltered Me (In the Shelter of One Another, Part 2)


 

Today I’d like to welcome my friend and fellow writer Mindy Shannon Phelps to “Reinventing the Event Horizon.”  Mindy’s  guest post is also about “sheltering,” a topic explored in yesterday’s poem and one inherent to the recovery effort here in Haiti.  Mindy’s narrative negotiation of this issue–an event horizon of its own–is stunningly poised and powerfully moving.  (Mindy’s bio is below and her post “She Sheltered Me” just below that.  Mindy will personally respond to comments, so feel free to ask questions.) 

A journalist by training, Mindy Shannon Phelps is a project management and communications specialist.

Over the past 17 years, her clients have ranged from Habitat for Humanity 
International and the US Department of Justice to the FEI World Equestrian Games and the Henry Clay Center for Statesmanship, which she launched in 2007.  As a consultant, she focuses primarily on not-for-profit organizations.

As a wife and mother, she says she is humbled by the grace and love of her two daughters and husband, who encourage her to “write it down.” She does write – prose and poetry – and she is an editor, as well.

Her maxim: “Woman hath no greater satisfaction than editing someone else’s copy.”

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She Sheltered Me

It was the spring of 2004 in one of the worst years – work wise – of my life. I had been hired to transform a well-known non-profit organization from an affiliate of the national group to a state-only organization.  The group’s mission was completely embraceable – justice and fairness for all – but the group was hamstrung by about 60 long-time stakeholders – board members and advisors and founders – who each decided to be my boss. I also had an entrenched staff that I simply could not manage.  My associate director made Machiavelli seem like a decent person.

I could not win for losing. 

One morning, on the drive to work, I stopped at Starbucks and stood in line behind a very odd person.  She was very colorful.  A black lady whom you could immediately recognize as being from Africa or the Caribbean.  Not used to the chill March weather.  Bright knit cap and scarf. Bangles and rings and clothing that seemed to surround, rather than actually fit, her body. Sneakers and thick socks. Carrying a knapsack and a small pair of bongo drums, she was about to beg the barista for coffee for one dollar. Before she got to the counter, she turned around to me and told me I was a “rainbow child” and that I blessed her with my smile. 

She turned to the counter and the barista refused her request.

She hurried out the door. I was troubled that I did not quickly step in and get her some coffee. But I could see that she frightened the clerk and the customers. And she, herself, was frightened.  So I got my own coffee and went on my little way.

She walked across the street and I overheard her asking for directions to Main Street. I really wanted to pick her up and debated with myself through a light change, then crossed lanes and stopped and offered a ride. 

We sat for a minute and chatted and she explained how she had traveled from Jamaica to live with her sister – had sold $2000 worth of jewelry that she makes – and her sister had taken her money. My passenger was headed to the Hyatt Regency downtown to stay the night.  Her sister had a reservation. 

You know, I like to think I at least try to take people at face value. But I’m just as shallow as they come, really.  I wasn’t sure I believed this woman’s story. Making it even more difficult were comments that interspersed her narration, such as, “but, you know, I am not worried because God takes care of me.  We are all His children and He loves us.  I used to be a rainbow but now I am here.” I was with her on God’s love but the rainbow metaphor was beyond my ken.

Then she told me something I had always believed. 

“We need to continually stay in prayer.” With that, she began reciting the Lord’s Prayer and I headed the car down the road.

When I got to Main Street, I pulled into a parking lot next to a bakery. I don’t know why I didn’t just take her all the way down to the Hyatt. It was as if I was dreaming and did not have control of the car. This is what she told me in that lot.

“God bless you.  Be on your guard. Satan has demons driving on the streets today.  You are under attack and you don’t know it.  You need to call on Michael. Do you know Michael, the archangel? He’s my angel and he will be your angel, too.  You are God’s child and He loves you. You and I will see each other soon in paradise. We’ll be so happy then!”

All of this, she repeats, several times.

I began to weep because she touched something I didn’t know needed comforting. My heart.

The lady from Jamaica had blessed me and she was of God; that I knew. And I think God was there in the car with us and so was Michael, the archangel.

Before she got out of the car, I fished into my wallet and gave her a fifty-dollar bill. It was my two-week “allowance.” I felt as if I were giving it to God.  

She cried when I handed it to her.

I never saw her again.

42 thoughts on “She Sheltered Me (In the Shelter of One Another, Part 2)

  1. Beautifully written, Mindy. Not many would have had the courage to help a stranger in need. Your story made me think of a time a homeless man approached my husband downtown and begged for money for food. They were standing just a block from a fast food restaurant, so my husband offered to buy the guy lunch. The man was so grateful, he tried to give my husband the pair of gloves he was wearing. Acts like these just prove how important it is to have faith in people.

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    • Thank you for your kind response! This was my first foray into blogging, via the kind invitation from Kathy to write a guest post. (She is a terrific person, isn’t she?)
      Trusting others is difficult, I agree. The lady in the story troubled my spirit immediately; I felt vaguely uneasy right away. When she abruptly turned around to address me in the coffee line, I remember immediately throwing up an invisible shield – even though my smile was honest.
      I think it was dear of your husband to feed the man lunch. That the man would offer the gloves “right off his hands” is, indeed, testimony to the innate good nature of the human being.

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  2. Right after we have learned to talk, we must learn how to lie. The facts that God gave us our souls, and will take them back when time is up, are two things the lady in the story was truthful about.

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  3. Thank you for sharing your story, Mindy. That was just exactly what I needed this morning. Sometimes we just need to take a chance on each other and trust that deep down we’re all human beings with the same basic wants and needs.

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  4. Such a touching story. So many times strangers reach us just when we need them most. I don’t know if that is a gift from God or angels or simply the universe providing what we need . . . but the messages are clear and powerful. I feel like you told the story I needed to hear today. Thank you for that.

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    • Lisa, you humble me with your response. Sometimes I feel like God is holding me in the palm of His hand. Sometimes, when I’m not paying attention, not praying, not listening, not feeling, I feel like a drifter – ungrounded. Sad. The truth is God is holding me all the time. I simply need to acknowledge Him. Then, peace.

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  5. I am reminded of :
    Not what we give, but what we share,
    For the gift without the giver is bare;
    Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
    Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.” by James Russel Lowell
    from The Vision of Sir Launfal

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  6. Mindy, this is such honest writing, it’s making my heart hurt. Thank you so much for sharing this story with us! I particulary loved this: “she touched something I didn’t know needed comforting”- Isn’t it strange how we get what we need from the most unexpected and unlikely places and people?

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    • Yes, strange and wonderful. Your message to me is from an unexpected place and just the fact you took the time to post a comment to a stranger is a blessing on a blessing. Thank you!

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    • We keep ourselves so tethered to our defined roles that we forget how good it feels to let our spirit guide us. I’m a pretty controlled person. When I let the veneer crack, I am usually nurished spiritually. Are you?

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