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She Came On Christmas Eve

It was cold in New York City. In the dark, alley, behind the lavish buildings among the super rich, roam the forgotten. Waiting in line at the redemption center, turning in their plastic bottles, to pay for their next meal. The well off in their arrogance look at them and look away in disgust. In their minds they are nothing, of no value, they are the blemish of society. They have blinders on like race horses as they make their way to Macy's avoiding looking at them. Is it their selfish conscious, was it the way they were raised? That causes this self centered behavior. What is lacking in a human being not to feel the pain of others? Not to want to lend a helping hand like a good Samaritan to a poor, or hungry soul. It is Christmas Eve. It is bitter cold. She makes her way with a group. To the back alleys, to find the lost, the hurting, the cold, the needy. She holds them tenderly, tears flowing from her eyes. She sees the purple hands from the cold that some are experiencing. They huddled together by the side of a building. A large blanket wrapped around them. Cardboard mattresses they lay on. She makes eye contact and reaches out to hand them sandwiches. The group gives them blankets they have brought. Clothing, socks, and gloves. Their eyes light up, their hearts are overwhelmed with appreciation and love for this woman and the group that are with her. They say thank you. Just before she leaves, she blesses them and says a prayer for them. As she is leaving one of the homeless asks." What is your name, If you tell me I will never forget it. We all want to know." She responded, "My name is Mother Theresa... Dedicated to all those that will remain homeless during Christmas, those that will be hungry and cold, those that are forgotten, those that are veterans that have protected our freedoms and are homeless. Those for one reason or another are destitute. Those that are hungry and will not have gifts this Christmas. May the good Lord watch over them and give them comfort and joy, peace and hope. 12/4/2015

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Date: 9/25/2022 3:27:00 AM
I thought you were describing a street in Calcutta, India. We were blessed by her presence. This lady born in Albama finally found her home in Calcutta among the homeless and the destitute. She was mother to thousands of orphans and the abandoned. Hope she is looking down from Heaven and smiling at you Michael.
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Michael Tor
Date: 9/25/2022 5:08:00 PM
Valsa thank you so much for your kind words. God bless you for them...
Date: 12/7/2015 8:07:00 PM
Oh, Michael - I loved reading this. Mother Theresa was such a special soul, I take joy in anything and everything that keeps her memory alive. You did a great job. I think the rich that are ignorant are so afraid of having poverty touch their lives, that they are scared and act above it. So glad your muse found inspiration for this ... CayCay
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Michael Tor
Date: 3/13/2016 2:41:00 PM
Thank you Cay Cay sorry for the late response.
Date: 12/5/2015 10:35:00 PM
You are an exceptional person and know that your kind deeds are noted by those who are recipients and by God above. We all have too much but never take the time to share. Well written and timed right for this time of year. May you be doubly blessed Edith
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Michael Tor
Date: 12/5/2015 11:05:00 PM
Thank you Dear for your kind words. I also extend Blessings your way for the Holidays. I appreciate your thoughts. I hope and pray for God's guidance. It would be so nice if everyone did just one good thing for someone else this holiday. The joy of giving everyone should experience. There are so many without. Thanks for your visit Mama Bear. Richard is surely blessed to have a mom like you...
Date: 12/4/2015 12:37:00 PM
Such a lovely and touching write, Michael! There are so many in need of help and a kind word. Mother Theresa and others like her are god-sent! #7 // paul
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Date: 12/4/2015 4:51:00 PM
Yes Paul they are God sent. I always think of the line in a song by the Eagles, Sad Cafe. Where they sing, I wonder why fortunes smile on some and lets the rest go free. I always appreciate your thoughtful comments Paul. I hope you are doing well blessings your way.

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