Lessons Learned…
From The Heart Of A
Giver
She
was an educated woman born in the late eighteen hundreds. She was well-read, well-traveled, spoke
fluent French and dreamed of teaching high school English. Immediately
following college graduation, she married her childhood sweetheart, the love of
her life, and so began their life together of promise and adventure. Within but
a couple of years, her beloved young husband unexpectedly passed away, leaving
her with a heart full of despair and broken promises. Devastation. Anger. Loneliness. Fear. Time. More time. Re-focus.
Re-commitment. New strength. She, indeed,
taught high school English and changed countless lives with her excellence and
full devotion. She continued to travel
and absorb the beauty and the wonder of our amazing world. She never remarried, but she fell in love with
the children at an orphanage in Taiwan, whom she had encountered during her
travels. Every school year she loved, challenged, and served her very fortunate
high school students, saving every penny she made, so that every summer,
inTaiwan, she could offer her hands and her heart to the children there. For
years and years and years, this was her life; a life of service and endless
giving. Time and age have an unkind way
of ravaging our dreams and caging our plans, leaving us to gaze longingly upon
that which we can no longer do. A retreat to bitterness would surely be
understood, but Maybeth selected a different option than this. If she herself
could no longer travel to her loved little ones in Taiwan, she would work from
home to package up her love to send across the world to them in large boxes.
Tirelessly, she sewed dresses, shorts, shirts, and pants for these children who
had nothing. Hundreds and hundreds of clothing items were packed in hundreds of
boxes as a steady stream of love continued to pour into that orphanage. She
continued this work, this joy until the day she died. Her legacy of selfless, generous, endless
giving humbled, taught, and inspired each one blessed with the great
opportunity of being able to peer into the window of her heart.
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