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Ohh… ohh…
There is a saying I once heard,
give a man a fish and he eats for a day,
teach him to fish and he eats for a lifetime.
But that day, I learned something deeper
than words ever written in a line.
I arrived on campus,
a delivery in hand,
thinking it would be simple,
thinking I would be in and out again.
But buildings spoke in confusion,
addresses led me in circles,
and the weight of time
began to press on my mind.
I stepped into administration,
hoping for direction,
and I was told I was right…
but still not where I needed to be.
Wrong section.
More searching.
More uncertainty.
Then she stood up.
Lisa.
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Not just pointing,
not just explaining,
but choosing to walk with me.
And in that moment,
direction became kindness.
Through doors I would not normally enter,
through paths meant for staff only,
she guided me with patience,
as if my confusion mattered.
And I joked, half smiling,
“Being with you, I guess I’m staff now,”
and she smiled back
like the world was lighter for a second.
She didn’t stop at showing the way.
She searched further
when no one was at the delivery point,
refusing to let my effort end in emptiness.
And I saw it clearly then —
this was more than help.
This was grace in motion.
On the way back,
I called her an angel,
because I had no better word
for a heart so willing,
so unbothered by convenience,
so present in someone else’s need.
Not many stop their own world
to lift another’s confusion.
But she did.
And in that act,
I learned that sometimes God does not send answers
as voices from the sky,
but as people
who choose to walk you through.
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