Grades were important in our house. I was reading by two. My mom would sit there and read with me, read with me, read with me. It was wonderful.
Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity.
So I was very close to ordination. I was delighted to be ordained a deacon, which is the last step between, before becoming a priest. But then it all fell apart.