So I notice there's a new guy from India at Divine Word where I work. I figured he was just another priest that was passing through..had his big, huge cross dangling from his neck and looked all proper and such.
Well, I greeted him the same way I greet all the other guys; I walk by him in the dining room and give him a punch on the side of the arm and said, "How ya doing?" He just grinned at me. We became fast friends and I as always I continued to joke around with him, giving him high 5's when we passed in the hall, an continual punches in the arm as a 'warm greeting'...even shared a cup of coffee with him laughing hysterically at times.
The other day I noticed this big sign on the bulletin board that said, "The Archbishop of India will be speaking on his mission work today." Wow! I thought..An Archbishop is speaking here? That's something! The guys were all buzzing about it and telling me that he is only one step lower than the pope and pales in comparison to Chicago's Cardinal Bernardin etc. Hmmmm, I was wondering who this guy could be.
When he got up to make his speech, it was HIM. The guy I had been punching in the arm for 2 weeks!
I went up to him at lunch today and said, "So Archbishop, how do the people in India greet you?" He said, "Well Bridgette, when they see me walking down the road side they all lay face down on the street and as I walk over them they kiss my feet."
So I was like..."uhhh, I bet no one punches you in the arm when you are greeted..." "No-" he said with a huge smile on his face, and he broke into laughter.
So by the time we got done laughing, he gave me his personal phone number and told me he wanted me to come to India and stay with him so he could give me a taste of what he does for his life's work. As you all know- Only I could get myself in a situation like that. So J0hn and I had a good laugh about it when I got home.
Here he is wearing his big fancy hat.....
OK...on to my sentimental 'ends' this month...
The first thing that came to an end was Holly's age...from 8 to 9 years old. We did the ole Nickel City birthday. Give Holly and 3 of her friends a bag of nickels and let them run loose in the arcade. She loved it.
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The second thing that came to an end was Hannah's ballet (for the year anyway)...She did great in her recital! She was in 3 dances--2 ballet and 1 bollywood.
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The third thing that came to an end was Joey's 11 year stretch at CHA..
It started out with 8th grade glorify chapel and any 8th grader could perform. Joey chose to sing "Home" with his 'band'. Here it is:
Here is one of Joey's best friends since he was in 3 yr. old pre-school; proudly looking at each other's awards.
And here are the award winners...
And this is my favorite picture..Joey leaning into John as he reflects on the last 11 years at CHA. He is so sad to leave this school behind.
It was exhausting I tell you!
A few days after that was the graduation ceremony. Joey was voted by his classmates to give the graduation speech. It was fantastic! I will get a video soon and share that with you. He talked for about 15 minutes on being rooted in and built up in the word of God.
Good thing it wasn't about modesty (my boobs hanging out over my shirt)
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No more long term placements until after football season is over in November. We will take a few short term- 1 week - placements here and there but that will be it for now.
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He won an award for being a 3 sport athlete at awards night. Can I just say that was the most boring event I have ever sat through in my life.
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The next thing that hopefully will be coming to an end is the no-speaking relationship we have with Brian and Patty. John and all 4 kids have a part in Kristy's wedding on the last Saturday in June. I am dreaaaaaaaaaading it. Rehearsal dinner, family time, blah blah blah. I haven't spoken to them in years. It will be interesting to see how they treat me. I'm already thinking about my rebuttals in my dreams......
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And finally the next thing that is coming to an end would be moving mom from Muscatine.
I am exhausted from it all.......
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