And when you ask the Father for bread on your plate he doesn’t give you stones.
One day after the newspaper article printed I was at work. It was a Thursday night, rainy and storming. I heard a patron ask my daughter an odd question: Did we have any resources available to help her convert her manuscript to a typed document? My daughter referred her to our reference department. A few minutes later one of our reference librarians came and asked me if I could come and talk to the patron at her desk. Jennifer explained that this patron would like to meet me because she read the newspaper article. Jennifer introduced me to Ms. Inga LaBella. And my life hasn’t been the same since.
“Well, Inga, you need to find you one right now. Monday’s paper,” he encouraged.
|Ms. Inga today.|
|Ms. Inga in 1941-42|
|Ms. Inga's handwritten journal.|
My Best and First Friend
By Ingeborg LaBella
I said, “Of course not, but I will take care of her until she is better again.” My mother gave me a big hug and said, “You would be a good nurse just like your Aunt Martha.”
Next post tells the story of Ms. Inga's friend Sarge, a black American soldier who visited her village.