I was in the 3rd grade at Sacred Heart School in Fresno, Ca. when Mother Theresa came into our classroom and whispered something into Mrs. Eastmans ear. Ill never forget the look on her face. We could tell something was really wrong. I really dont remember what she told us. I remember the entire school being assembled for a special mass at the church. What I remember about the mass was that a little bird had somehow gotten inside the church and kept flying back and forth from one end of the church to the other. In my young mind, trying to deal with a tragedy that I really couldnt comprehend, the little bird was a nice diversion. After the mass we were all sent home. There I sat glued to the tv where all of the now famous imagery and events we all remember were forever burned into my minds eye. What a long, strange trip it has been...
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 15:31:32 +0000
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