I was standing in a doorway in Dublin on a dark and rainy evening back in March 2013.
I’m not from the city so I wasn’t sure which direction I needed to take. A woman came along and stood next to me in the doorway. She noticed I was upset and asked why but I couldn’t tell her because I was ashamed. She went on to offer me her spare umbrella and when I told her I was ok and she should keep it , she told me it was fine and she had a spare one in her bag . She said this old umbrella had served her well and I was welcome to it. So I took it and said I’d nothing to repay her with and she said if I said a prayer for her that would be plenty. The umbrella is now mine. It’s black with leopard print edges and it was a random act of kindness from a stranger that made me cry.
I don’t know who the woman was but I won’t forget her because what she didn’t know was I couldn’t say a prayer for her or feel I even had the right. I couldn’t tell her I have a different religion because on that night back in March I was ashamed of the religion I was a part of but no longer choose to be a member of.