I was working an outside event in 100 degree weather for the weekend, thinking to myself, “What is wrong with me? I am not a youngster any longer. The hours are long and it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. What am I doing here? I am not a young chick. I am a grandmother of eleven… Yes you heard right, eleven beautiful grandchildren! So why do I torture myself at this event sitting and waiting for people that want a reading? Why did I put myself in this situation?”
I had to really think on this until the answer was looking me in the face. I do this because I can. I do this because I know there are others out there just waiting for direction. How do I know this? While I was sitting in the tent feeling the water drip down my body waiting for a little breeze, a lady spotted me and waved. I waved back not knowing who she was but I acknowledged her.
She subsequently came into the tent and said, “Do you remember a call a few months back from a distraught crazy lady that wanted a reading? NO… Needed a reading right then and there and could not wait until next week. She would not take no for an answer. She insisted she had to talk to you that evening? You told her you never take phone readings when you are working out of town because you are too tired. However, she insisted and would not quit. She finally broke you and you said fine you would read her after you were done working, but you did stress to her that you have never done this for anyone before.”
I remember getting her call about 11:30 p.m. I was tired, but I knew she needed something, hopefully something I could give her. What, I had no idea. I asked God to give me the words she needed to hear in her time of despair. I don’t remember much about the reading because it was for her, not for me. However, I do remember the tears and calm afterwards and her thanks as I hung up the phone and headed to bed.
“Well, that desperate crazy lady who would not take ‘no’ for an answer was me,” she said. “I just wanted you to know I have never acted like that before, and I wanted to tell you how grateful I was. It was a very low time in my life and I wanted to thank you for reaching out and helping me in my time in need.”
I was amazed that she introduced herself to me. A very proud woman who needed to let me know how grateful she was and yet apologized for being such a pain. It made me wake up and see how each of us can help another in a time of need. That! Right there is why I do what I do. If I can help just one person find their way, then I am doing my job.
So I ask you, Who is the crazy one? Me, sitting in a hot tent waiting for a breeze, her coming up to me and introducing herself as the crazy lady that called me, or the people who think we are all crazy for doing what we do?
Remember, we are all here for a reason… To help one another. Thank you God for the opportunity to work in your corner.