This weekend I got to see humanity at its finest. My mom moved to Austin Tx January 2003 to attended seminary as she was called to do gods work. I was angry. I was hurt. I was a freshman in college and didn’t get the experience of bringing my clothes home or having a home cooked meal in my moms house during fall breaks. I was jealous of everyone who got that experience. I knew however it was bigger than me. Fast forward to June 17, 2015 when the world lost 9 precious souls, one including my grandmother Ethel. My mom’s mom. My granny. Things changed. Now we weren’t anonymous. We couldn’t grieve in private. Life as I knew would never be the same. I think mom knew that now was the time. It was time to come home. Her life in Texas was fulfilled. She did her work. Now she has a different job to do. Sunday May 8 my mom started her new job. She became a blessing to someone else and I got to witness it in living color. See my mom was trying to determine what to do with her possessions and how much of it she was taking back home. Her car, Betsy as she affectionately calls her wasn’t lucky enough to make the cut. Be a blessing to others is something she has told me in the past and that exactly what she did. She gave her car to a single mother who attends Joy Tabernacle AME who needed it more than her. More than what my mom could have sold it for. That impact she had on the young lady did more for me than it did for her. I saw my mom in her truer essence. Being a blessing to others. The way my granny was after countless hours in Emmanuel making sure it looked perfect for everyone who came to worship, even for the person who ultimately took her life. My mom is my hero and now that young lady who get to drive around in Betsy has a new hero too.