Once upon a time, two of my friends and I were called out of the Catholic grade school to the Monsignor’s office. In the eighth grade, this event was a bit ominous.
As it turns out, this interruption to our school day had nothing to do with being called out on the carpet. Well, not that carpet. It was more a call to the carpet of green. It seemed that the Padre’ wished to spend time with kids who knew how to play golf.
So, I was deep in petitions the other day. The pain was real, and the cost would be significant should things not turn out positively.
While lying helplessly, I thoughtfully examined everything that was going on around me. For a second, it sounded good, but a moment later, maybe not.
Again, positive vibes, and quite literally, I forcefully prohibited my eyes from leaking.
When it was over, I was given a review along with the next steps. The work done was temporary but successful – so it was thought. The truth will become clear in the coming days.
But I remembered.
