My Nana was not fearless
at all. The way this story goes
when she was young was asked
to chaperon her brother and his fiancée
she refused to climb in the boat.
She feared she might drown:
“my brother, she said, has no idea
how to row or handle a boat”. True,
but this was the lake in the public garden.
The water so deep, it won’t pass over
the hips of a ten year old.
But she must fear God more
than she fears people. On beggars she
taught me: ”poor souls”.(She knew misery
in the world war.)She handed small coins as
she cut noodles or baked holy bread for service
My Nana, I need an answer glued
Wallpaper, picturepaper in my old album
"would she fear?" like I do
now that I faced the one
fake beggar , most pitiful robber
Since I had this unpleasant experience with a local panhandler which made me reconsider giving change to them. The problem I have now: this form of human compassion was part of my core…And of course there is organized giving. But this takes away this genuine spontaneous gesture you can make when feeling blessed and wishing to make others feel just the same way….
Note: my Nana was my great aunt . And, if you red this and are unfamiliar with the Byzantin rite, I shall point that to bake holy bread one has to be a virgin.