katiebarthedoor

kind of a stream of conciousness. please bear with me.

there was once a little boy born in Waddowace, Poland in 1920.
one day he would grow up to topple communism in eastern europe, and become one of the Holiest men on the planet.
he survived poverty, the Nazi reich, and thirsted for knowledge. by the time he was 40 he spoke seven languages.
he was more than likely the most travelled human beings not only in Papal office, but ever.

he was my Father.

this entry is already confusing enough, i'll stop now.
but before i do, i wish Francis Arinze all the luck in the world.

keep the faith.