January 19, 2007

Growing up

I think the best part of the day is always the part where prayer is. There is something I wrote in a comment that when I reread it, it didn't sound the way it should have. I wrote " I am ashamed for my lack of being part of the Catholic family for so very long." No matter what I have done through the years I have loved God in a constant way. For a long time after I left Parochial School, life changed.

The Nuns weren't there to be a constant reminder of faith. Yet Mass was part of my week growing up. I think once I entered High School, the closeness that was felt being part of a Catholic School was slowly disappearing. I was in a new world, with new people, with a different set of faith. Not all were Catholic and not all were nice. In High School that is where I discovered how people become snobs, and so forth. I didn't want to be part of a group that if your not in your not in. When I went to a High School Reunion a few times, they were the same then too. A clique, very snobbish, didn't exactly show that they grew up.

Because of that I went in another direction, I let love be my guide. I let kindness be part of my life. I didn't exclude anyone, they were all part of my family. Schools do teach information, but mine taught me something else, character. It taught me what I didn't want to be, unloving toward my neighbor.

4 Words of Wisdom:

Paul Anthony Melanson said...

Marie-Cecile, you must be Acadian....hahaha

We are used to being excluded.

Marie Cecile said...


Family from Quebec, is that close enough!

Paul Anthony Melanson said...

No, sorry sister. You have to be Acadian (or Jewish) to know what I'm talking about...haha


Marie Cecile said...

Well since I am neither then I have no clue!

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