Eleanor had been a faithful church member for almost 50 years. After a car accident that left her handicapped, the church she had given her life to left her. Even though many people taught, cooked, gave, and loved her for decades, no one came when she needed them the most. Not even near the end. Eleanor’s granddaughter Callie was very sad as she saw her grandmother’s hope fade. One last visit,
from a minister showed what the church really cared about: not her soul, but her money. Eleanor changed her will. She was laid to rest outside the church where she used to work. Her family remembered her quiet strength and the people she helped. The preachers came to get a donation after her will was read. They each got a penny and a letter instead. “You blocked me out.” You left me behind. What I leave behind are the people who saw me. Eleanor didn’t do one last thing,
of truth, not of getting even. Her gift helped others, not herself. She did this to make sure that even if some people forgot about her, she would never be forgotten.
