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The story begins in the spring of 1998 when the author, Wendy Shelley, began collecting rent money from tenants in the apartment buildings her husband managed. On one of her trips she met Sue, a drug addict, an alcoholic – a lady who was lost without hope.
Sue could not have been any more different than the author. Wendy grew up with loving parents, lived most of her life on a farm, and was in the midst of raising her own family. Sue, however, had to raise herself, lived in the projects, and had no idea what love was.
In this moving memoir, Wendy shares how a few small acts of kindness, turned into an unusual, seventeen-year assignment intentionally planned for her by God, to help one person: Sue.
Wendy rescues Sue from abusive relationships, takes her calls from jail, brings her food and clothing, and even though it appeared Sue’s destructive lifestyle seemed impenetrable – love eventually broke through those barriers.
Wendy’s story will inspire you to never give up on anyone – there is always hope for the hopeless.
Wendy Shelley
Wendy Shelley meant to start writing long ago, but it wasn’t until her five children were raised, that she found the time to pursue her dream. She also writes daily inspiration for students, as well as encouraging thoughts for the busy mom. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, David. Learn more about her at: wendyshelleyblog.com.
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Sent for One - Wendy Shelley
Copyright © 2019 Wendy Shelley.
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ISBN: 978-1-9736-5485-8 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2019902864
WestBow Press rev. date: 04/29/2019
CONTENTS
Introduction
Chapter 1 Don’t Mess with Her
Chapter 2 Love Never Fails
Chapter 3 On the Flipside
Chapter 4 Her World Is Harsh
Chapter 5 Sent by God
Chapter 6 It Costs to Love
Chapter 7 Scared to Death
Chapter 8 Sue’s Surprises
Chapter 9 The Final Stretch
Chapter 10 The End Is Near
Chapter 11 Just a Glimpse
Chapter 12 Sue’s Gone
Chapter 13 My Final Gift
In Closing …
To the Ones I Love
My husband of over four decades, David; our five children, Tennille, April, Gabriel, Vanessa, and Josiah; my children’s spouses, Graham, Matthew, Bethany, Joshua, and Sarah; and our children’s children, Veronica (Justin), Luke, Elijah, Sophia, Rose, Zachary, Jude, Silas, Malakhi, Anna, Thea, Charlotte, and those yet to be born—you are my treasures in earthen vessels, and I bless you all.
INTRODUCTION
Why Write Sue’s Story?
Several years ago, my husband suggested to me, Wendy, you need to write a book about Sue and share the details of your unusual friendship. It’s just too fascinating a story to keep to yourself.
As I thought about his suggestion, I was hesitant initially. The Bible clearly states, Do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing.
In other words, don’t brag about your good deeds. The Catholic nun, Mother Teresa, the Saint of Calcutta, explained love and compassion best when she said, I was just a pencil in the hand of God.
And that’s what I was during this journey with Sue: just a pencil.
Throughout my life, I’ve observed that God calls some people to serve Him in foreign, strange places. He nudges others to serve in Him in the marketplace, while some He calls to work at a coffee shop, and others still, He calls to own that coffee shop. God asks a few to proclaim His name to millions, and some, He nudges to preach in small country pulpits. But always, God reaches people one person at a time—and generally, through just one person.
Sue’s story began in the spring of 1998 when I was in my early forties and chronicles my journey with her, which spanned over the next seventeen years.
CHAPTER 1
Don’t Mess with Her
This is the true story of how much God loves one person. Not someone good—but rather, an alcoholic, crackhead, foul-mouthed sinner, a lady who was lost and didn’t know how to be found. God sent me to her in the most unusual way. This is our story.
Raw Reality
Sitting in my car outside her shabby apartment building, I dropped my head in my hands and sobbed. You know the kind of cry—deep, heavy, heart-hurting sobs. On this cold and rainy October day, as tears trickled down my face, I cried, Why do women do this? I felt sick to my stomach, nauseous at the thought of it all.
I called ahead before I drove to her apartment and told her I would be there around two o’clock. I was fully aware how she wasted her money on booze, drugs, and other addictions, so I knew she would need food. Nevertheless, between when I called and arrived, someone else appeared.
Carrying grocery bags in both arms, I made my way up the dark stairs to her second-floor apartment. Shifting a few bags to free one hand, I knocked on the dilapidated door. I expected to hear her footsteps as she came to the door, but the sounds inside startled me. What’s going on? I wondered. Is someone else in there too?
Fear washed over me like a cold wave. In this kind of apartment building, surprises are not welcome and are rarely positive. I stopped knocking. I need to get out of here. Now! I thought. I’ll just leave the groceries outside the door. I faced the stairwell, ready to run down as fast as I could, when I heard her snarl from inside the apartment, Who is it?
I could tell by her nasty tone she had completely forgotten I was coming.
With trepidation, I replied, It’s Wendy.
I heard her mumble incoherently, then bark, Come back in ten.
I made my way back down the squeaky stairs. With each step, the groceries seemed heavier, but indeed, it was my heart that was now weighed down with concern and anguish. I trudged back to my car and set the food on the passenger seat. After closing the door, I collapsed in a heap and wept. I tried to pull myself together but couldn’t. Oh, Lord Jesus, Your heart must break as mine is breaking now.
I was told to come back in ten minutes, but just to be safe, I decided to make it twenty. Once again, I gathered the groceries and walked softly up the stairs. As I neared the top, I heard her door close. I glanced up just in time to see a man leave the apartment. Oh no, not him, I thought. I knew this man. He has a wife and kids, and I collected rent from their apartment too. When he saw me, he lowered his head and kept walking toward the rear entrance, where the stairs hugged the back of the building. I shook my head in disbelief.
Collecting Rent
I was married young and had my first child in my early twenties. I was a stay-at-home mom for twenty-five years. With five kids in my family, I was always busy and on the move. My husband worked in property management, and this building was in his portfolio. For a short while, he needed extra help with collecting the rent. Before online banking, the renters paid with cash, which meant someone had to go and collect the money in person.
Would you help for a few months?
my husband asked. Could you collect the rent and bring the money to the office?
Sure. I can do that,
I said.
At the start of each month, I went to each building, knocked on every door, announced who I was, and collected the money. It usually took a few days to catch everyone home, especially in her building. Sometimes the tenants wouldn’t quite have enough, and I would have to come back the next day. Surprisingly, I began to like the job.
Whenever I went to her door, she always had the correct amount. At least I don’t have to keep coming back here, I thought. Every month was the same. I knocked and said who I was, and because the apartment doors were thin, I could hear her footsteps quite easily as she shuffled around her apartment. I would hear the click of the security chain and see the door begin to open, but it always stopped with barely a one-inch gap as she stuffed a wad of cash with her smoke-stained fingers through the opening in the door. Month after month, I never saw this lady’s face—her shuffled steps, her fingers, and her cash were all I knew her by.
Thank you,
I said kindly after taking the money from her scrawny fingers. She shut the door.
After a couple months of this bizarre exchange, I asked her neighbor, Do you know anything about the lady in apartment number six?
The neighbor scoffed, Oh, she’s a drunk. She drinks from morning ’til night. Don’t mess with her. She’s nasty and mean.
A little surprised and taken aback, I replied, Oh, okay.
Note to self. Don’t mess with her. Leave her alone. I’m glad I asked.
I Finally See Her
Every month, I went to her door, the door to apartment number six, and received the same response. She unlatched the door, found her money, handed it out through the crack, and swiftly shut the door. She doesn’t want to be bothered, I thought, and that’s okay. I won’t bother her.
Around month seven or eight, I knocked on her door and expected the same routine to play out.
Hi, it’s Wendy. I’m here to collect your rent.
I waited and heard the security chain unlatch, and then the door opened. This time, however, it didn’t stop at the usual one-inch gap. This time, the door swung fully open to reveal the lady from apartment number six. I saw her for the first time; my eyes locked on hers.
Hi,
she said, my name is Sue.
Oh, hello, Sue,
I said kindly, not wanting to say too much—inherently afraid she would slam the door.
She stood in front of me, a waif of a human being. She was thin—merely skin covering bones. Scraggily, matted, bleached-blond hair faintly touched her shoulders. Her frame was small, but she looked tough—a curious mix of hardness and fragility. She had a cigarette hanging out of one side of her mouth, and as she puffed, her eyes squinted. There was no question life had been cruel. She looked mean, just as her neighbor said.
While the smell of smoke drifted my way, I thanked her for the rent. Behind her small frame, her apartment looked disheveled. Before I could say another word, she acted quickly to end the exchange.
You’re welcome,
she blurted, and with that, she shut the door. Just like that, the door she opened wide, slammed shut, with the sound of the security chain latching back on to its precarious place on the inside of the door.
With the door to apartment number six slammed in my face, I stood there, her neighbor’s words