Infect enough us to act as if the impossible is possible.
My friend Mary Moore is one of KC’s living music legends, BreakThrough Alumnus and tireless inspiration to many in the KC area. Her motto is: “I Am a Woman who is crazy enough to Believe in the Impossible!!!”
She gave permission to share a story of her following the Spirit’s nudge:
“I was on a plane heading for Houston to visit my family. I noticed this young african-American male, was sitting alone looking out the window and looked a little uncomfortable. I went up and sat next to him, introduced myself, and asked him if he was headed for Houston too. He said no, he had a layover in Dallas, headed for his first year to college, that this was his first time flying. He’s was nervous and excited about flying, and about going to college. He said that his grandmother raised him and his sister. His father and mother were in prison. He graduated from high school with honors, and played piano at the church that he, his younger sister and his grandmother attended. He said ” I ain’t got no money, but I’m just tryin to get there, but I believe I will find a way to survive till I can get a job, and don’t care what that is, I’m just trying to make it”. He had a scholarship to Fisk University. I gave him 100.00, and my contact info incase he needed extra help. I told him to stay in touch to let me know how he was doing, and what a blessing to have such a wonderful grandmother, that I believed he was gonna do great things in life and make his grandmother proud!
He called me two weeks later to tell me he was given the opportunity to play for the Fisk University Gospel Choir! He was excited, and so was I, but he was broke and humbly asked if I send him just a few dollars so he could survive on campus and have money for public transportation to get around town etc. I western unioned 50.00 to right away. I heard from him twice since then. Once, at the end of his freshman year, that he had a 3.8 gpa, and was going to stay there and get a summer job. He grew up in a small country town in Oklahoma, with a slim chance of getting a job, plus, he couldn’t afford a ticket. He really missed his grandmother and sister, but wanted to do them both proud.
The last I heard from this stranger, was for him to tell me he was entering his senior year in college, and to thank me for what I’d done to help and encourage him at a time he most needed.
He’s now a graduate of Fisk University and reaching out to help others! He’s a fine young man and a gift to the world. I may never see him again, but I am proud of him and blessed to’ve been a part of something GOOD. It IS more Blessed to Give than to Receive..