I thought my impact was negligible in Elida’s life. Her mom was the spiritual force. I was the pastor, and the girl never talked to me even though I tried to deposit into her life some discipleship. One time when she was recovering from an operation, I visited her and offered to loan her a book to ease the boredom. She declined. She didn’t like to read.
Then I came back from Guatemala. And Elida became one of the many was-theres who coursed our school and heard innumerable Bible teachings.
Elida just had her baby shower. I hadn’t seen her for more than six years, so I dropped in. What I found out blew me away.
The baby boy will be named after me: David (it’s my middle name).
Apparently, I filled the role of a dad in her life, even though I had no clue at the time.
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