I fled the cannibalistic world of education, but the blood I spilled made weak my soul. I despaired.
Earlier this winter as I was riding my trusty Trek 820 up Woodland Avenue, a car pulled ahead of me and stopped along the curb. I expected a red-faced tirade from whoever opened the door. Instead, out stepped Marilyn. I noticed first her eyes: bright and spirited. She was small but energetic with light surrounding her.
“Can I give you a ride to the top of the hill?” she asked.
“No,” I answered, “but thank you for the offer. Who are you?”
“My name is Marilyn, and I teach bridge. My students are doing so well I’m taking them to the state tournament,” she said, beaming with pride.
A man in a large truck approached, frustrated, eager to pass. Marilyn and I parted.
Marilyn confounded me. I have grown comfortable distrusting people. Now I have to account for Marilyn, who compassionately offered me a ride on a cold winter’s day. Her kindness opposed my despair.
Marilyn makes bright the world. She radiates charity. She nurtures life, and she is a healer. I knew her but a moment, but in that moment she gave me hope. So others may know her, bless Marilyn - bless her with a long life.
John Haire
Duluth
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