The Deacon's Bench
The Sisters of Life have an office in my building, and I always get a kick out of seeing them on the elevator or in the lobby or striding down the sidewalk, headed for the subway. They’re a young order, of young women, and they radiate enthusiasm and joy.
The ones I’ve encountered aren’t exactly wilting wallflowers, either. They’re New Yorkers. Oh: they’re warm and kind and full of charity. But I get the distinct impression they don’t take any crap. They have work to do, and places to go. They’re almost always in a hurry to get somewhere.
Like I said: they’re New Yorkers.
And yes: there’s just something about that habit that does make a difference.
Check out this report about them below. H/T The A.
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