The last discussion we had as a group was about carrying WYD forward into our lives here back home. Not home ten minutes and I open the letter from the cemetery saying my services are no longer required. What a blow. I loved my job there: The investigation, the community service and customer service.
But I shake the sand from my sandals and look forward to what God has in store for me. Something big, something bright, something exciting -- I just know it. Mother of Montserrat, pray for us.