…When I went to my biopsy on tuesday, the last thing I grabbed out of my room before I left (unconsciously), was my rosary. Wednesday, I found it in my jacket pocket, and I never let go. It’s still there.
So, my point is, once you’re Catholic, however much you fight it and want to be something else, your childhood comes back to you in times of need. I didn’t pray to Allah this week – I prayed to God, Jesus, Mary, the Holy Spirit…I think I’ve done five or six rosaries. They always made me feel better. Sean pointed out that you’re always Catholic, and you just have to find it again.
God dammit, I think he’s probably right.