Yesterday evening I visited the neighbouring convent of the Sisters of Charity. I wanted to say hello to some of the senior bed-ridden Sisters therein who were once in all vigour helping out in the parish and even looking after some of our senior confreres like Fr M.D. Jacob. In particular I wanted to spend some time with Sr Modesta.
Sr Modesta was as bright as ever, even though her frame is bound to the wheel-chair now. She still has the same lively and warm smile and off course she still loves to hold hands while speaking. I purposely visit her every time I come to the Provincial house also because she has been one of the most outgoing and genuinely loving Sister that I have come across. I know not how she was in her prime years of apostolate but in the last 10 years that I have known her, she has been a very optimistic and cheerful person. Of course, she must have her own sufferings and grievances, but not once have I heard her or anyone else speak about her bemoaning anything.
I also met some others whom I do not know the names of. Yet their faces were very familiar. One of them even asked me about 'another Brother' from Mangalore. When I told her that I am the one, she added, 'he even has his family here in Hyderabad'. I reiterated, that I am the same person. Some of those who were novices then (during my term as Provincial Secretary, 7 years ago) seem to still remember me by name. That was something strange for I hardly met them. Anyway it was good that I met them all.
Sr Modesta was as bright as ever, even though her frame is bound to the wheel-chair now. She still has the same lively and warm smile and off course she still loves to hold hands while speaking. I purposely visit her every time I come to the Provincial house also because she has been one of the most outgoing and genuinely loving Sister that I have come across. I know not how she was in her prime years of apostolate but in the last 10 years that I have known her, she has been a very optimistic and cheerful person. Of course, she must have her own sufferings and grievances, but not once have I heard her or anyone else speak about her bemoaning anything.
I also met some others whom I do not know the names of. Yet their faces were very familiar. One of them even asked me about 'another Brother' from Mangalore. When I told her that I am the one, she added, 'he even has his family here in Hyderabad'. I reiterated, that I am the same person. Some of those who were novices then (during my term as Provincial Secretary, 7 years ago) seem to still remember me by name. That was something strange for I hardly met them. Anyway it was good that I met them all.
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