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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;silverbell, post: 6998120, member: 78125&quot;]I am about to tell a funny story, so those of you who have better things to do...skip this.&nbsp; <img src="styles/default/xenforo/smilies/smile.png" class="mceSmilie" alt=":)" unselectable="on" /></p><p><br /></p><p>The only time I actually attended Catholic school was for second and third grade.&nbsp; However, since that was the time for First Communion and then Confirmation, both years were spent learning catechism and practicing marching, kneeling, walking just so, etc.&nbsp; Sister Dorothy (2nd grade) was a kind, tiny, elderly Sacred Heart nun who took her job very seriously.&nbsp; With the help of her little wooden clicker, she taught us to parade reverently and in line, to sit and stand up straight (courtesy of the knuckle of her forefinger vibrating on the middle of our spines), and to &quot;bow our heads at the name of Jesus,&quot; no matter <i>where </i>we were.&nbsp; </p><p><br /></p><p>Sister Nurse Ratchett in 3rd grade went through all the same procedures: parade, kneel, stand, genuflect, bow our heads, Click!&nbsp; She had a beautiful face, but, shall we say, an off-putting manner.</p><p><br /></p><p>Fast forward 25 years or so, and I am leaving Mass accompanied by my husband&nbsp; (a rare event -- he is not Catholic).&nbsp; As we are walking down the main aisle, I hear, almost directly behind me, the dreaded CLICK!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Every drop of blood left my face. I could feel it sinking down past my heart which was pounding as with a blacksmith&#039;s hammer.&nbsp; My husband thought I was having some kind of fit.&nbsp; (Well, I WAS!)</p><p><br /></p><p>And then, just behind me, a quiet little voice came from one of a pair of nuns:&nbsp; &quot;Excuse me, dear, I believe you dropped these gloves.&quot;[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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