"Do you think she's lonely?" came the question regarding this old care-taker; and it was startling to think that such a person of joy could even think to be lonely at such a place near the beach. Yet, there was something different about Marta; she sat in her chair outside the screen door while her cat Princess slowly shuffled her tail back and fourth. I quickly learned that this woman would be someone who changed my perspective on dreams. We sat with her, the morning after, while she recounted her story through the decades, through hardships, struggles, sickness and travel and I was startled to hear this Argentine woman declare that she has adopted Venezuela as her new home and her new heritage.
What really took me by storm was the way that Marta talked about what made her heart hurt. She sputtered through tears how she mourned for the addicts in the world. How she had talked to burned victims, alcoholics, druggies, sex addicts and everyone else who is shackled to lifes desires. Her wish to start a foundation for those addicted in life was truly incredible. She had such dreams, such plans, such aspirations, such faith. The way she spent her mornings in deticaded prayer for this foundation was utterly humbling; her muffled words caught my ears from outside in the early morning hours and I realized that Marta was something truly inspiriring: A woman of prayer, a woman of Faith.
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