Looking For Heroes

I love this time of the year—it s the time when miracles really stand out. I firmly believe in miracles are happening constantly but go unnoticed until now. It also a time when people, themselves, are more likely to step up to the plate and take a swing at being a hero.
I got a call this morning from a caller down South. Living in a fairly conservative city about a friend…an acquaintance living in someone’s hall way. The person is a women and uses a wheelchair for mobility and is basically homeless. The person who called had gotten to know the wheelchair person from just frequent public contact like at the market and other places. The caller says they are not friends but she has come more and more concerned and now wants to help this person out. So, I did the requisite to the local Independent Living Center and community action agency and between those two calls if each staff is any good at all should be able to link this person or point her to the appropriate program. In the process of the call I asked the caller if her home was wheelchair accessible. The said, she had never thought of that—I thought if the place was accessible in the least the maybe she could have the friend over for Thanksgiving—and interesting idea but the caller was going out of town.

But there it is; someone thinking of someone else, maybe for the first time season. I believe this person is going to assist the other in becoming less homeless and maybe more independent. I stated toward the end of the call that she has become a hero. Of course the caller backed away from that moniker real fast—oh I am not a hero, she said. But you are I said. I know these things, I get calls day in and day out few ever want to know what THEY can do to assist the problem, to be the solution or even part of the solution. I told the caller that I envied her because she might be one of the lucky one to witness a Christmas Miracle first hand. She lused over the phone and said I did not know what I was talking about and I counter with I do know because this is hat I o for a living. I talk with those in hard places or going to hard places or know others going to such places. I am the guide, I see things happen—sometimes I actually guide them through the hostile land, or eviction, homelessness, poverty and hunger and I see the miracles o a daily bases but nothing seems so special as the miracles wrought by reluctant Heros.