Yes, 42 years ago, on August 5th, a Saturday and the feast of Our Lady of the Snows (now called the commemoration of St. Mary Major), I flew from San Diego via American Airlines to JFK, stayed in the terminal for a few hours because of a thunderstorm (had supper with my Uncle Richard who my mom alerted) and then onto Boston. We (Sr. Mary Thecla and another aspirant) arrived very late. If you can believe it, Mother Paula and two other sisters met us on the tarmac (before the days of jetways). The late-night drive through the Callahan tunnel terrified me. Luckily, that didn’t last.
What a gift the Pauline vocation is for me and for all members of the Pauline family of congregations founded by Bl. James Alberione.
Bless you all and thank you, Jesus.
What a ride this has been.
I just updated my blog on the National Catholic Reporter blog with my vocation story: Zero Gravity & God’s Grace
My friend Evy Nelson sent me this image for my anniversary today; thank you, Evy! What fun!