A few days ago I had been invited for a mass and dinner downtown with the Sisters of St. Joseph through a good friend. I was duly looking forward to it when I heard about it weeks in advance. Though I was a bit worried and hesitant when the day actually came. This past week we’ve been experiencing extreme freezing weather, strong gusty winds combined with a heavy snow fall, making it even more difficult and longer to get around the GTA than usual. It was so bad the previous night that I wasn’t allowed to go to household due to extremely poor visibility on the roads. The weather forecast called for something similar again, so I was skeptical my parents would allow me out. Plus a small part of me just didn’t want to leave the house in the cold, and I really don’t like going downtown unless I have to, if I’m being honest.
Yet something was urging me to go despite whatever reasons I had in favour not to. Continue reading To the Man I could’ve helped more