I noticed her on the train on the way there
because she was sleeping with her head resting in her hands. Occasionally she
would jerk awake only to fall back to sleep. Her head was covered with the
traditional head scarf and I imagined she was just another older Moldovian
woman on her way somewhere.
As we got off the train I noticed her because she
struggled to climb down the steep steps of the train, and we had to give her a
hand with her bag. Walking towards the church we offered to help her, but she
wasn’t too interested so we let her be.
After the long day in the village we headed
back to the platform (the slab of concrete in between the railway lines) and
when we were almost there I saw her. She was lying on the ground, clearly very
drunk, and her black bag was a little ways away. I wanted to help, but realized
that communication would be a challenge. Thankfully our group had a few
Russian/Romanian speakers and they were there shortly after me. They talked to
her and helped her. Seems the story was that she’d arrived on our train that
morning with apples to sell. Had been successful in selling them, and had
purchased vodka with her profits. My heart was broken as I watched our team
help/carry her to the platform to get her on the train so they could help her
off at her home station. She was really out of it, and seemingly also had a
physical disability. And I realized that this is not an uncommon occurrence
here in this country. Often alcohol becomes the coping mechanism when life just
gets too hard to deal with.
But what broke my heart even more was another
lady, an acquaintance of this precious one we were helping, who basically said
to leave here, that “she’s just an alcoholic, she’s not worth helping, tomorrow
she will be back in the same state”.
And what blessed my heart was the pastor’s
response (the pastor of the church we’d been with had followed us to the
platform). He said that she is still a human being, and that Jesus would want
us to help her, that this is what we are meant to do as Christians. And what
made me respect him even more was the way he said it. He didn’t get angry with
this woman, but he was firm in a gentle way, speaking up for this lady who
couldn’t defend herself, and I’m not sure she even would if she had had a clear
mind.