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Dolores was my teacher. She wasn’t pretty but I learned to see
her beauty. She wasn’t liked by many but she and I became good
friends. She wasn’t easy to get along with but we learned to
respect each other. Dolores was my teacher. Ten years ago God led me to adopt Dolores as a friend. I would pick her up to go to the nursing home and then take her to her AA meeting. I would buy her lunch and coffee and I treated her warmly and generously. Most people had trouble with Dolores. She could be demanding and relentless. Because of this she suffered persecution and heartache. But for me she was my teacher. She taught me how to love unconditionally. She taught me how to be patient and kind. She taught me how not to judge according to appearances but by the heart. Truly Dolores was my teacher. She died last week at 5:00 in the morning. I got a call at 6:20 that same morning. I felt like I was family. There was a picture of Dolores and I at the funeral and it made me very happy. Dolores knew God. She was a Carmelite and a devout Catholic. She heard me preach for ten years and I often prayed with her. She would call me at all hours for any and every situation but she learned not to overstep her boundaries with me though with others this was hard for her to do. I will miss Dolores. She was my teacher and I learned to love her very much. Amen |