For nearly 50 years, Eleanor devoted herself to her church—teaching Bible study, cooking meals, funding mission trips, and never asking for anything in return. But when she needed support after an accident left her disabled, the church turned its back. “She was faithful. She was humble. She was invisible,” her granddaughter Callie remembers.
Even as her health declined, Eleanor continued to mail in tithes and send gifts to the children she once taught. Yet, no one from the church visited. Not even Pastor J., who once praised her as a cornerstone of the community. The final blow came in hospice. Pastor M. visited—not to comfort her, but to ask if she’d included the church in her will. “He didn’t ask me about my soul,” Eleanor whispered. “He just asked me about my money.”
At her funeral, held outside the church, her husband declared, “They abandoned our Eleanor.” Her will revealed the final truth—both pastors were left just one cent. The real gift went to someone who showed up. “You broke my heart,” Eleanor wrote. “But I won’t let you profit from it.”
