For nearly fifty years, Eleanor poured her heart into her church. She taught Sunday school, cooked meals, volunteered her time, and welcomed others with open arms. She was the quiet strength of the congregation, a steady presence who made everyone feel seen and valued. But when a tragic car accident left her with lasting disabilities, the church she had served so faithfully slowly drifted away. Visits stopped. Calls faded. Even the pastors, whom she had supported for decades, grew distant. In her greatest time of need, Eleanor felt forgotten.
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