Note to A Friend.
A note I wrote to my friend.
Did I ever tell you the story of the priest that wouldn’t say, “Hello,” no matter how hard I tried despite prayers for his soul and waiteing for that, “Hello”
it just didn’t come as matter of fact just the opposite occurred. Then one day when I was deep in reflection
I hear a voice say, “Hello,” and I didn’t know how to reply I had forgotten my lines.
Today walking in the cold the same happened with another priest. And again I had forgotten my lines.