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Rachel

The following story is from Amo Mama. Whether you believe this story or not, it should make all of us stop and think.

Rachel was a single mom with five young children. She was now single because of her divorce from her husband who had been cheating on her.

Even though Rachel was a single mom and supported her five kids and elderly mom on a cleaner’s salary, she still stopped to drop a dollar in a beggar’s cup.

“We won’t starve over a dollar,” she’d say to her children. “But that man might…”

There was one particular man who touched Rachel and moved her to compassion. He was a young man, around her age, thirty-six or so, and he slept in the alley next to the building where Rachel worked.

The man was filthy and bone-thin and he always seemed to Rachel to be in a daze. At first, she thought he was one of the many unfortunate homeless who had ended up on the streets due to their addiction to alcohol. But when Rachel stopped to give him a dollar or a sandwich from her lunch, he never smelled of drink. Rachel always smiled at him and greeted him, and he’d smile back with his blue eyes.

When the man saw her, he’d smile. “Rachel!” he’d say, and she’d smile back and wave. He became part of the pattern of her days. The one person whose face lit up at the mere sight of her.

One afternoon, Rachel was walking past her friend’s usual hangout and she raised her hand to wave, but he didn’t react. She was surprised and disappointed, then she saw that he was slumped sideways.He was unresponsive, and Rachel did CPR.

At the hospital, the doctor said, “Your friend has a severe head injury,” the doctor explained. “It looks like an old injury, maybe three or four years. The problem is that there is scar tissue pressing down on his brain. That is why he had a seizure.

“We’re going to operate, and hopefully, we can help him.” Rachel visited Blue Eyes every day, waiting for him to come out of the medically induced coma.

One day, she walked into his room and he opened his eyes. “Rachel!” he said. Rachel took his hand and smiled. Blue Eyes looked very different!

The nurses had shaved him, and under that straggly beard, they discovered a very handsome man. “I remember you, Rachel,” he said and smiled.

His name was Michael, and he had been in a severe car accident many years before. Then one day, Michael went on a business trip to another state, and he had his first seizure. The result was amnesia. Michael didn’t know who he was, where he came from, or even remember the hotel he’d been lodged in. So he’d been living on the streets, lost, desperate, until Rachel smiled at him and saved his life. 

Michael made a complete recovery and he asked Rachel to marry him. It turned out that Michael was a very wealthy man, the owner of several companies.

Now of course, all stories about a Rachel and a Michael will not have a happy ending like this one. However, the takeaway point is:

Every homeless soul has someone, somewhere, who loves them. 

Always be on the lookout!

9/25/22

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