I met E.W. at the Salvation Army shelter in McAllen, Texas, during the beginning of the 2018 summer months. During my stay there, I also met a group of both fellow homeless folks and the staff of the shelter, people with dignity, integrity and beautiful character and honesty.
E.W. was a man in his seventies with the most beautiful blue eyes, osrt of like the color of the ocean that is clean an sparkly. We had all become close, bonding not on what brought us there, but on surviving the moment with grace and laughter. E.W. had a very traumatic incident happen to him during a time in life that he was in the middle of enjoying very much. His wife and daughters were killed in a terrible auto accident. He’d lost his entire family due to an accident, regardless of how or why it occurred. For years before entering the shelter, a place where our souls met and converged, he became distant with others and nearly embittered by the tragedy. He wouldn’t celebrate holidays or birthdays. He didn’t even seem to want to celebrate life. The only thing that kept him doing was God, his relationship with God, and the hope of seeing his wife and daughters after his time on Earth was done.
During our short stay at the Salvation Army, we all quickly began to embrace each other, to gather around outside, smoking cigarettes, joking, laughing, talking. We had seen the wild green parrots coming in from Mexico and perching leisurely on our American utility cables. We had seen hundres of thousands of Monarch butterflies blanketing a clear blue Texas sky during their migration into Mexican territory. We all had witnessed God in all His glory together.
Slowly, but surely, E.W. began to smile more, his beautiful blue eyes sparkling like shimmering stars. Towards the end of our stay there, I noticed that he’d saved anough money to purchase a vehicle and, eventually, landed a job on an offshore oil rig in Mississippi. He is still in Mississippi to this day.
Need more proof? God’s grace and mercy is new everyday, so, here’s another witness testimony direct from yours truly.
In August of 2022, I had to return to Wilmington, NC to live in my car again. I had to leave Orlando, FL due to circumstances out of my control and that won’t be mentioned here. I did not allow that setback to deter me. I went back to Wilmington, filled with new ideas, determined to get out of my situation. Towards the end of September 2022, I had landed a job with a private law firm through a temp agency and was hired permanently, in January 2023.
In this position, I was a legal assistant, working under the supervision of one of two attorneys at the firm. My attorney was responsible for personal injury, workmen’s comp and Social Security claims and appeals. I handled the Social Security claims and appeals admin work. This position required a lot of telephone and person-to-person contact with clients and potential clients, looking for assistance with applying, and becoming qualified, for Social Security benefits. The process is daunting and intimidating for those who do not understand the legal process of it and my job was to help them through it. However, that was not the only skillset that would need to be used.
I’ve recognized, throughout years of professional and personal dealings with varied communities, that people are often not heard, ignored and misunderstood. This position was no different. Again, I met the most beautiful souls with disabilities, all trying to live another day. All praying for the pain to go away. All seeking to be seen and understood without judgment.
One client in particular, whom I’ll dub New Day R, was in the throes of prescription addiction and I had inherited his case from the former assistant. He would contact the office from time to time, highly strung, inquiring about the length of time to process the Social Security claim and updating us with any medical visits or new ailments. Then, one day in February 2023, he called and I noticed that he no longer sounded high strung. When aI pointed this out to him, he revealed that he was attempting to sober up, for the last time. You see, New Day R had experienced many traumas in his life, including the murder of one of his daughters (she was 7 or 8 at the time of her passing). I immediately encouraged the beginning of his healing journey. His relationship with his adoptive parents was nearing its breaking point and he was fast approaching his breaking point.
Afterward, every two weeks or so, I would receive a call with an update. Each call would last close to 2 hours. Each call would include encouragement and motivation. In June 2023, he lost his adoptive father to an illness. As close as the relationship had grown between. the two after his decision to get clean, and as deeply hurt as he was for this latest lost, he still questioned the reasoning behind all of the losses he had endured while remaining firm to his commitment of recovery. He might not have seen it the way I did. I saw and recognized that he had finally come to the reality that he could not control the external situations happening around him, he could only control how he healed. He might have seen it as standing firm in his commitment only because of what he revealed next. After about a month of not hearing from him, he called and expressed that his sense of responsibility to the adoptive mother, and the appreciation for his parents standing by him when he had no one else, was the overriding factor to not dwell on the grief he felt inside. He instead wanted to honor his father and do right by his mother.
By December of 2023, New Day R had established a renewed relationship with his adoptive mother, found and established a relationship with his birth mother, had been present (and sober!) while each of the had surgeries, returned to work part time as a cook for the New Day Cafe in Leland, NC, and had done all of this despite his physical disabilities, and met a girl at work! The fear, anxiety, pain and disappointment all but disappeared from his voice by the time of our last call together. Shortly thereafter, I was fired from that position, for reasons I will not disclose here.
Sometimes our paths seem too rocky to traverse, let alone stand on. Some days seem so much better and lighter than others. There are seasons in our life we think are too much to bear. But, wait! There’s more!
In July 2024, I accepted a position with my alma mater employment place, NC Child Support Enforcement Agengy in Wilmington, NC. This time it was through a brand new government vendors. I had high hopes for this one. Nonetheless, I was knighted the new Establishment case manager.
I had to come into contact with many, many clients on both sides of the spectrum. One in particular was a female custodial parent that resisted me for nearly two months. She had wanted the same treatment she’d had with the former Establishment case manager, even after explaining he was no longer with the agency and the agency was under new management. She had two cases that required her absolute cooperation. Her frustration increased even more as she refused to reveal pertinent financial information necessary for the judge to rule equitably per North Carolina Child Support Guidelines. I held firm, which triggered her frustration, her anxiety and much misundestanding. Finally, it had to be explained to her that a minimum order will be ruled upon should her information not be submitted and she would have to appear in front of the judge, in person. That got her to come in and meet with me, for the first time since I inherited this case, nearly after two months.
The meeting turned out to be pleasant and informative….AFTER the deescalation of tension and frustration and the mire of misunderstandings. Relieved and attentive, she was able to relax and open up concerning her own struggles and traumas. I referred her to an intensive, week-long trauma therapy, a free program in Wilmington, NC that requires a 9am to 5pm commitment. About two weeks later, she informed me by email that she had signed up for the program and was set to begin the process. I was thrilled! Of the 10 to 20 people that had sat in front of me that I had referred to this program, and this one person was brave enough to try it. I was over the moon (and, no, I am not a cow).
Miracles happen all the time, in all circumstances, situations, moments. Life is filled with such miracles! If we take a moment to take our focus off of our own issues, we are able to see clearly our Most HIgh God in full action mode!
Whereever you are in this moment of your life, whether you are homeless, in a shelter, living in your car, staying at hotel, working, not working, pregnant, not pregnant, in the supermarket, taking a walk, etc., stop for a moment and look around you. Be a witness of the goodness of life and, if possible, be a part of it!
I hope this helped the one who needed it right now. Stay blessed, ya’ll!
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April 14, 2025 Orlando, FL
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