AsK And You Shall Receive

Because I was raused Roman Catholic, I suppose I took my faith pretty much for granted.
So, I do not really know when, how, and where I began to realize that I was getting so
many gifts from God.

On event stands out in my mind and perhaps that was the begining of the beginning.

One day I met a wonderful young man who worked for another travel agency (I was working
for the third travel agency in the city of Houston). This young man had, when I met him,
been and out of the V.A. Hospital. I was relieved of my duties at my work and was immediately
hired by the agency where he worked, I was needed because he was in the hospital so
frequently. It so happens that my brother in law was also hospitalized at the same time
at the same hospital. My sister went to see him every night, so I tagged alone and visting
my friend. My upbringing would not permit me to be the first to show any emotion
toward a male, so I made my visit and left, not saying I would be back tomorrow.
However, he would ask "if you come back tomorrow, will you bring me such and such
papers from the offie" and to be that gave me a reason to return, because HE had asked me
for something. This game went on for several weeks......I had joined the agency in
February and along spring and summer, he was released from the hospital but returned.
By the end of the year, he was back and again our little game went on.

His parents would visit him, his father was always friendly and jovial, while his mother was
very reserved, almost like she did not like me. Soon, he was really ill. All the Basilian
priests he knew (he had spent a few months in the Basilian Seminary in Toronto, but chose
to leave) told me not to pray for his recovery, (obviously he was near death) but to pray
that God's will be done).

One of the things he so wanted to do was to go to Lourdes, the site in France where the
Blessed Mother appeared to a young peasant French girl, and the site of many miracles.
I guess he hoped he would be one of the miracles, but his deteriorating health did not
permit this.'

After my visit one evening, I went home and, as usual, I stopped at St. Anne's Catholci
Church to pray for him. At 300a.m. in the morning, I had the dreaded call, his mother
was on the phone to tell me he had died. Devastated? That is putting it mildly. I
prayed to God to forgive me if I had let him down by not telling him of my feelings toward
him. And I said to God: Please, if I did not let him down, I need a very clear sign. As a
clear sign, please have his mother become more friendly towards me".'

Apparently, after the parents made the funeral arrangements, I had a call from his mother
asking me to sit with the family at the funeral, at the Mass, and to join them at their
home afterwards for lunch and receiving frineds and family.

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE. How true!

More to come.