NUNS

What splendid mysteries lie behind those cloistered walls? Once, as a student returning home on a dark winter’s night in a drunken state, i clambered over the wall protecting the grounds of the Little Sisters of the Poor, and there i discovered……. well, i think my lips will remain sealed.

Another time, in my youth, hitch-hiking in France, tired and footsore after hours of walking, my path crossed that of a nun, who wished me well. Barely had i gone a hundred yards than a car stopped for me! Divine intervention for sure; what strange powers must these women have? i wondered;

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“Alone in my cell, by day my...