My friends were talking about a mutual friend, about her being in God’s grace as she has 2 sons who are priests. I told them it was the dream of my aunt to have any of her 3 nephews to become priests, unfortunately, nobody did. She told me she still prays for one especially as she has more grandsons than daughters. And so my friends began convincing me to send my son to study in the seminary. They would like to sponsor my one and only son to become a priest. I guess any mom would be so lucky to have one. And so I told them that I would ask him if he is interested. I mean, I cannot decide for him….I can only pray it is what he wants, too.
For the first time in 13 years I came home to see my son sporting a shiner. And as much as I wanted to fuss, I couldn't...I wouldn't dare insult my son. Just waited for him to show it to me and tell me what really happened. Oh, I so wanted to rush him, to ask him to give me a blow-by-blow account but I kept my lips sealed. I wanted to kiss it and make it well, but I stopped at just a touch at his cheek while asking if it hurts. His teammate was telling him to make excuses for what happened and he answered with: Why should I? My mom knows I play soccer and she has always said this is part and parcel of the sport . I remember seeing Fernando Torres of Liverpool once sporting a black-eye, too. Well yes so I always say that…he plays basketball and soccer, which are both contact team sports albeit limited-contact - meaning there are rules that specifically prevent intentional or unintentional contact between players and penalties can be incurred when...