I AM MARTIE
This question required some deep soul-searching and thought, but I finally decided on the one thing I would do to make our world a better place if money and time were not barriers.
Martie stared outside her twelfth-story office window at the busy street below. Next to mounds of trash piled on the sidewalks, homeless people huddled close to the buildings for warmth and settled in for another cold, long night in a city that never sleeps.
She murmured to herself, “If only I could fix this one blight on the face of humanity.”
After all, only three short months ago, she was among those searching for shelter and food.
Tears wet her face as she watched an old lady with a three-legged dog vie for a small open spot next to the high-rise office building.
She took a closer look. “Helen?” A flash of memory drew a sharp gasp. The night she shared a bite of food with the old woman, who then shared it with the hound, now seemed like a hundred years ago. And yet, there Helen was, still alive, still on the streets, and still struggling to survive. When would the madness end?
Martie brushed away the tears, sucked in a deep breath, and returned to her desk.
She stared at the neat stack of papers waiting for her to process. It would be a while before her workday could end. She swiped a weary hand across her forehead.
At least she had a home to go to, even if it was nothing more than a small apartment. Memories of a big house full of life and laughter flitted by. That was another lifetime, before the collapse of everything she’d known; before greedy politicians and bureaucrats took everything from them.
The computer screen reflected off the shiny desk surface as her fingers flew across the keyboard. She needed this job. It was the one fragment of security she had left. She’d stay until she finished.
The building grew eerily quiet as workers headed home.
Hours flew by, and still, she worked.
“Maybe if I rest for an hour or two, I can gather enough energy to finish this project,” Martie said to the empty office.
She pushed back from the desk, stood, and stretched aching muscles. She reached for her sweater hanging on the back of her chair and rolled it into a ball that would substitute for a pillow.
With one more look outside at the mass of people gathered below, she curled up against the wall and fell sound asleep.
“Martie! Martie! Wake up!” An insistent voice brought her to her feet.
“What?” Disoriented, she shielded her eyes from a brilliant golden white light that filled the drab office space.
“Don’t be afraid.” The voice echoed as if it came from inside a long tunnel.
“Who are you? How did you get in here? What do you want?” Her heart pounded as she calculated the distance to the door.
“You have been chosen.”
“Chosen? Chosen for what?” she stammered.
“The sincerity of your heart and your wish as you gazed down at the homeless mass has been noted. I am here to grant that wish.”
She shook her head. “I’m confused. Am I dreaming?”
“Perhaps. After all, what is a dream, but a journey to another dimension of place and time?”
“Okay. I’ll play along. How am I going to help those people?”
“Once I am gone, it will all become clear, and you, dear one, will have your wish granted. Have faith and never lose sight of your purpose.”
With that, the light faded into the wall.
Martie stared until only the drab gray wall remained.
What did it all mean?
Two weeks later, Martie sat across the desk from a balding attorney who tended to chew on the end of his pen.
“This is the last signature.” He pointed to a line on a document.
She held her breath and scrawled her name.
“Okay. The funds will be transferred to your bank before the end of the day.” The lawyer leaned back in a squeaking chair. “I’m just curious. What are you going to do with all this money?”
Martie smiled. “I’m going to help some folks.”
And she did. Not only did she build community centers and apartments, but also covered acres of unused land with tiny houses for the homeless. She personally saw to every detail, every application, and every move-in.
Never had she felt so fulfilled. As word of her endeavor spread across the country, corporations got involved by donating millions, and the dynamics of cities, big and small, changed everywhere.
Archangel Michael knelt in the presence of the Almighty. “It is done, my Lord. She was the right one. She has not let greed enter into her heart, and millions are suffering less because of her vision.”
So, if I had all the time and money in the world, I would be Martie. I would try my best to get homeless people into a safe and secure environment and off the streets. Of course, I am under no delusion that every homeless person would want to participate, but it has been proven in cities across the United States, that if given a chance, they do want a shelter over their heads.
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