Friends — Always Teaching Me
I was so excited to hear that Father Ron moved from Connecticut (Winsted) to Boston. He got a new job in which he is now the vocation director of the dioceses. In other words, he is responsible for training the newest “additions” to prepare them for the priesthood. Yes, he still does mass although his new job is multiple steps up, if you want to think of it that way. Back then, I watched a man spend all his time devoting himself to the church: Doing Homilies, passing out communion to the parishioners, causing (funny) reactions to control a certain person (most people from my church know who I am talking about — LOL), etc. —- these are just a few of the “nitty gritty” of being a Priest and being involved with the church. It was clear that being married to the church helps grow his life. When I was little and an altar server for him, I thought he was missing it: I thought he had no idea what he was doing with his life. We needed to work on the BIG stuff, not the fact that my index finger was not exactly next to my middle finger when getting ready to grip for 4 mallet technique!! Wait, did I just integrate a music thing? No one cares about that!! Ugh — No one can tell!
Not to mention that I met three wonderful friends — both Ricardo and Danny are heading to the priesthood, and John is studying criminal justice to be a police officer. Just the fact that I get to spend the weekend with people who try to find life bigger than themselves makes me at home; knowing there are people on this earth that do good for themselves and others. It was very inspiring to bond and get to know everyone during the process. It was a weekend to remember and I am glad we are all reconnected. Nothing means more to me than meeting new lifelong friends — people that truly get what life is (which is what I have always taught people): something bigger than yourself.
And after settling in Friday afternoon, we went out to a place called Quattro in the north end of Boston. We each got personal pizzas that were huge!! The food was absolutely fantastic!! Father Ron was right with his advice he gave to me (and this goes to everyone): If you want to eat in Boston, do a reservation in the afternoon or early if you can because it is impossible to reserve a spot at a restaurant. Man, is it nonstop tourism!
On Saturday, we went to Cape Cod to visit Brother Charles. He is doing better in health and we were joined by Father Bruce, a former priest in Winsted where John goes to church. We had a full blown Italian meal: Ziti, meatballs and sausage, garden salad, garlic bread, and topped it off with vanilla pound cake, strawberries and whipped cream. Boy, I was ready for a nap after — better yet, we all were ready for a nap!! Not to mention that it was cold!!
That evening after coming back, we went to Quincy Market where John and I went to the comic store to get a few things. A lot of people were waiting to see the Christmas tree lighting that was happening later that evening. And then Sunday came and we had hamburgers, hot dogs and salad before leaving.
Anyway, I could tell you more about the weekend, however I am going to save it. Rather, I want to mention that success is in the details: The “nitty gritty” details. It is similar to music: Sure, the ensemble is making more noise than ever and the percussionists do not stand at attention the same way as other instrumentalists do. They look sloppy. Therefore, fix that, add the sound, and BOOM — we have greatness.
And finally, there was the lesson.
And boom: It hit me.
Thank you Father Ron.
Glad we caught up — It feels good to be home again!!