There are some things in life that one never forgets.
One day while in first grade, the teacher was handing out reading books.
All had a drab, brown paper cover, except for one brightly colored book
covered in bright green and yellow plastic. I had to have it. Perked
right up in my seat, Sister Raymond Beatrice noticed and called my name.
Forty years later I met her and some friends at a local restaurant and recalled that situation to her, which had completely escaped her memory! We all burst into hearty laughter and had ourselves a very spiritual experience!
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