sabato 19 novembre 2016

(MaryAnn Murtha) I always knew I wanted to be a priest. It was a calling. I could help and heal people and make the world a better place. Don’t get me wrong, I loved those outfits the nuns wore — so great for a bad hair day or after a particularly large meal, but I was willing to give all that up to become a priest. I was a quiet kid, so I didn’t talk too much about my priestly dreams. I wanted to wait to surprise my big family, and I knew they would be proud. (...)