An ECK Master Helps Out During a Trying Time

By Ann, Virginia

Two months after my husband translated (died), I was shopping in a department store with my eighteen-month-old son. I was not an ECKist at the time. When the shopping was finished, my son did not want to leave the store. He went into a temper tantrum.

My husband’s death had overwhelmed me. I was still in deep grief, and dealing with the task of taking my screaming son out of the stroller and the store was a stress too far. I couldn’t even figure out how to carry him and my bundles. It was all too much.

Suddenly, a young woman with light-brown hair and delicate features was standing beside me. She said, “You take your infant. I’ll take your bundles, and we’ll go outside.” I just stared at her for a few seconds, not only because she was a stranger willing to help, but because there was something truly different about her that I could not pinpoint.

We walked out to my car, and I profusely thanked the woman. She said nothing more. I put my son in his car seat, then looked back at her, but she had gone. She couldn’t have made it back to the store that quickly. I looked around the parking lot, but could not see her anywhere. All that day, and for months afterward, I often thought about the woman who was so kind to me. There was something special about her presence, and for years afterward, I could still see her face.