*Today’s post is written by contributor Dr. Teresa Burns Murphy, one of my former professors. Dr. Murphy is a fabulous writer; I’m thankful that she regularly contributes to my blog and still takes the time to mentor me as a writer, demonstrating to me the true spirit of giving as well. Merry Christmas, Dr. Murphy!*
Christmas is just around the corner, and I know of no one who embodies the spirit of giving more than my aunt, Midge Brewer. I’m grateful to her, and I can say without reservation that many other people have also benefited from her acts of kindness – not just at Christmastime, but all year around.
One of my favorite stories about Midge happened when I was fifteen. For Christmas that year, Midge gave me a beautiful turtleneck sweater from Neiman Marcus. She had spent the fall taking an extensive training course in Dallas, but she took the time to go Christmas shopping and find a lovely gift for me. I had never had such a fancy sweater before, and I wore it for years. On that particular Christmas, the sweater was the perfect present because it provided a beautiful cover for the back brace I was wearing for my scoliosis. She probably had no idea how much that sweater meant to me, just as I’m sure she has no idea how much her kindness has meant to me and to the other people she has come in contact with over the years.
Another Midge story occurred one day while I was waiting to have my hair cut in my hometown of Batesville, Arkansas. Even in a small town, it’s rare to overhear perfect strangers engaged in a conversation about someone you know, but on that day I overheard a man and woman talking about Midge. Of course, I listened in. They were discussing a wedding shower she had given for someone at the church they all attended and remarking on what a wonderful job she had done. I’m certain that Midge lost count years ago of the number of showers she has given as well as the number of weddings she has directed.
In addition to giving showers and directing weddings, Midge is also skilled at making wedding cakes and has made dozens of them. Several years ago, she made a wedding cake for a relative and placed it in the church kitchen so it would be there for the reception. In the meantime, a man broke into the church and helped himself to some of the food in the church pantry, including a slice of the beautiful wedding cake Midge had made. When the mother of the bride discovered what had happened, she called Midge. With no time to bake another cake, Midge whipped up some frosting and filled in the space the thief left behind with a Twinkie.
Midge is generous and resourceful, but she is not one to call attention to herself, and I will probably get into trouble for writing this post. I’ll take the risk. We live in a culture where sensational acts of heroism are celebrated. While that’s important, people who quietly practice acts of kindness and generosity on a daily basis rarely get the recognition they deserve. Midge has spent her life in service to others, and this Christmas I’d like her to know that I am grateful for all the things she has done.