Wan's World

Perils of a Catholic upbringing

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As I walked  down the busy footpath, Knowing I was late for Mass, my eye  fell upon one of those Unfortunate, homeless street people  that are found in every city These days.

Some people  turned to stare. Others quickly Looked away as if the sight  would somehow contaminate Them.

Recalling my old parish  priest, Father Dominic, who Always admonished me to ‘care for  the sick, feed the hungry and Clothe the naked’, I was moved  by some powerful inner urge to Reach out to this unfortunate  person.

Wearing what can Only be described as rags,  carrying every worldly possession in Two plastic bags, my  heart was touched by this person’s Condition.

Yes,  where some people saw only rags, I saw a True, hidden  beauty.

A small voice inside my head called Out, ‘Reach  out, reach out and touch this Person!’

 

 

So I did…….

I Won’t be at Mass this  Week.

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Elevator warning!

Hospital  again

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Today I was beaten  up by a woman!
I was in the  elevator when that busty lady got in.
I was staring at  her boobs, when she said,
would you please  press One  .
So I did. I don’t  remember much afterwards.
Recovery time 4 – 6  weeks.