So much more than soup

25 years ago, this insecure pompous tiny house girl walked into a science class on a college campus. Not because she wanted to be in said science class, but because it was required.

So there I was. I was barely surviving the college scene, carrying my own baggage and now this…I DEFINITELY wasn’t going to survive this.

Truth be told, I scraped by. Not because of anything I did, but because of who was teaching.

Mrs. Wright didn’t talk down to us, she taught us to think up. She knew that we counseling students may not have been the best scientists but that didn’t stop her from expecting us to learn and grow.

It wasn’t what happened in the classroom that I remember however, (although I do have a pretty solid memory of my friend falling asleep over her pig in lab and Mrs. Wright snapping her out of her coma!) no, I remember the investment she made outside of the classroom.

The invites to her house to watch CSI, the coffee breaks, the stops to simply ask “how are you?”

Her lab door was always open and it didn’t matter if we were science majors or not.

In grad school, Mrs. Wright invested in us even more. As poor grad school students, she frequently made us meals and invited us over (I can neither confirm nor deny that my roommate and I downed an entire pan of stuffed shells in one sitting).

If Mrs. Wright were cooking, we knew we were in for a mouth savoring meal.

As I began working for the University, Mrs. Wright became so much more than my professor, she became my friend. Lunches shared in the cafeteria would center around our lives and what God was doing. In some of the hardest days, she would simply listen.

Life went on and our paths parted.

Every now and then she would check in and upon the Tiny House making her maiden voyage to PA, Mrs. Wright made the hour trek to welcome her home!

If I were to describe Mrs. Wright in two words, it would be:

Intentional & Brilliant

Her intentionality sprung into action when I received a message that she wanted to come see me post op.

It wasn’t even a hesitation for this tiny house introvert.

Yes. Of course. Come.

It was just as if no time had passed.

She brought some amazing home made soup and cookies which, I devoured.

But it was so much more than soup. It was about a professor who invested in her student, mentored her student and then become friends.