The Unification Epicenter of True Lightworkers
Her name is Miriam. She sat for months in her wheelchair...her legs are paralyzed, exposed to the elements in Los Angeles, where I happen to be now, and I passed her everyday on my walk. For a month I never stopped...just nodded and smiled looking deep into her youthful 38 year-old eyes. This was not a typical homeless person, if it is possible to be a typical homeless person. Then one day, after passing her many times and never once was I asked for money, I stopped and offered her some and spoke with her.
"How do you go to the bathroom?" I queried.
"Diapers," was her soft spoken response. Of course, one immediately wondered how she changed them. The fact is...not very often.
And then the rains came. 7 days of torrential downfall. Her 5 layers of clothing drenched, sitting in her own filth, in wheelchair, never once complaining, ranting or raising her voice...open to any question.
Before the next storm, I wrapped some plastic around her body and did a number of chores for her, which included...sweeping up her feces. This was a test I did not want to take. But some things must be done. And she braved another storm, umbrella in hand, but rain coming from all sides.
The next day I asked how she was doing?
"Fine," she said, as if she were taking a drive in her BMW. She's lucky to have survived this ordeal.
Recently, money people have come to her aid, and she's safe. But the next time I feel sorry for myself, which isn't often, I'll think of sitting on the sidewalk, in a wheelchair, in unclean diapers, in a week-long storm, and remember the lady who never asked for money, or seemingly, never felt sorry for herself.