A few years ago but well beyond my 1962 class graduation from St. Ritas, I was at Romes airport waiting for a flight when I noticed a Sister of Charity habit standing about 4 ft. 4 in. I approached of course thinking it cant be one of those. But to my amazement, it was Sister Mary Pia!- My 8th grade teacher. We hugged and kissed and laughed, with all of my my 5 ft. 3 inches towering over her, and, yes, we cried a little bit. I thanked her over and over for all she and her sisters did for me and my family when we came with nothing from Italy. They made my American dream and she was now so proud of her little big-shot lawyer. Never saw her again. Years later, when I again saw another Sister of Charity, she was wearing a blue dress and sporting a hair-do. I sighed and I thought of my little Mary Pia and smiled. .....................................................................................................................Of course this chance encounter which beat all odds effectively used up my luck at beating high odds and, as expected, Ive never won the lottery. I guess I also have to thank you for that sister. Love you.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 01:47:43 +0000
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