Saturday, January 1, 2011

BLESSED ARE THE MEEK



It was her first meeting of a support group for persons with dyslexiza and ADD. she had come directly from work, without supper. She was tired and not in a very good mood. It so happened it was also her birthday.

A man carrying a backpack, wearing worn sneakers and needing a shave entered the room and apologized for being late because he had missed his bus. He frequently looked her way and smiled. She was uncomfortable and even a little annoyed.

He introduced himself as Jerry and asked if she wanted a cup of tea. He carefully poured the hot water into a cup, asked if she wanted sweetner and handed it to her.

They said that on birthdays they had a different agenda. Everyone wrote something on a stickie and placed it on her back. She was told not to look at the stickies until she got home.

The notes were very welcoming; “We are glad you joined our group.” “Please come back again.”But the one that struck her the most and humbled her read, “Thank you for letting me fix you a cup of tea. You made me feel special, Jerry.”

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