Encounter Session 3

I found some one reading about it so i shall post the last story.

Often we ask "Can one person make a difference?"

Well, this story is of one.

This story is one about a Spanish woman who lived in NewYork who could not speak english. When one thinks of NY, we think of the BigApple, Trump, Wallstreet, but this woman, she was none of those. She lived in a poor part of NewYork, one filled with gangs and druggies. She happened to join a church which had the largest children church in the United States. They drove school buses and held their Sunday school inside. It was one of those "mobile" Sunday schools.
One day, after their main service, she asked the pastor in Spanish, "What can I do to make a difference?" Being a pastor, he was suddenly caught off guard. "well, you know, report anyday and take a bus for a drive into the neighbourhoods and bring the Sunday school to the kids," he repiled.

So, she did.

Every week, she would take a different bus and pick up the kids to bring Sunday school to them. These kids came from shaddy backgrounds, their parents were doing drugs, constantly beat their kids, abused them and even starved their kids because they needed money to support their habbit.
However, this woman who believed she could make a difference, she would take one child from the bus which she drove every week and sit them on her lap and say "I love you, and Jesus loves you to." That was the only English phrase she knew so that was the only phrase she would constantly repeat over and over to the kids.
One day, she drove a bus, like she did every week for the past 3 months, she got a little boy who was no older than 3. She sat him on her lap and repeated that one phrase to him over and over again. He would not look her in the eye, he wouldn't say anything but just sit there sliently, never looking up.
One day, she told the pastor "Pastor, there is one boy whom I want to work on, can I drive this bus every week from now on?" He agreed. So, every week for the last 3 weeks, she would simply say "I love you, and Jesus loves you too." On the fourth week, she told him the same phrase, when it reached his stop, he suddenly moved close to her almost embarassed to speak and his mouth formed the words "I..I.....I l..ov...e ...yo..u t..o......o." and with that, he ran down the bus and into his apartment home, this happened at 2pm on his way home.

At 6pm that day, he was discovered dead, thrown into the trashbin. His mother had beat him to death and put him into the rubbish bin.

I believe, he is now in heaven, because one woman did make a difference.
Can I be that one who makes the difference?