I didn’t want to be Catholic any more. 1992 was the worst year of my life and I was a bitter, angry shell. But somehow, against my will, I was drawn to the Rosary. I didn’t even know how to pray it, but I asked my mother to teach it to me. A whirlwind conversion followed, the power of which stays with me to this day. Even after the Blessed Mother had drawn me back to Jesus and to the sacramental life... Read more