From The Neighborhood
I am not Catholic but I admire Mother Teresa. From what I read about her here and there, she was a caring woman. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. She cared for the needy. She cared about life.
I liked the way Kendall L. Person over at The Neighborhood in his article “The Showdown: An Ordinary Woman – the conclusion” talks about her.
The Blessed Teresa of Calcutta, more commonly known as Mother Teresa, was born an ordinary woman who lived an extraordinary life. Winner of the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize, she dedicated her life, her very existence to caring for others, who had no one else who cared about them. She founded the Missionaries of Charity whose sole mission was to care for – in her own words:
“the hungry, the naked, the homeless, the crippled, the blind, the lepers, all those people who feel unwanted, unloved, uncared for throughout society, people that have become a burden to the society and are shunned by everyone.”*
On September 5, 1997, at the age of 87, Mother Teresa was lost to this world, her death living in the shadows of Lady Di – who died in a fiery car crash – just days before. But her work and her legacy would live forever, with her tiny missionary blossoming to an international endeavor. As of 2012, the Missionaries of Charity, with humble beginnings of just 13 nuns in Calcutta, consists of over 4500 in 133 countries, on nearly every continent of planet earth.
At the age of 18, she would leave Albania, her home, and pursue her calling of helping the downtrodden. But what exemplifies Mother Teresa more than anything else, was her altruistic spirit, of giving of herself. With no income, notoriety, supplies or help – poor, lonely and tempted to ignore her calling and turn back, she instead, chose to beg for food to feed others, defining her as a saint.