Posted by:
misterzelph
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Date: February 24, 2013 12:15PM
I haven't been to church in > 15 years and for some reason, I thought about this today, being Sunday and all. I was 17 years old (1974) and my parents and my younger siblings went on a 2 week vacation, coast to coast, in the car. I made the case to my folks that I should stay home because I had a job in a restaurant and I didn't want to quit it. So they agreed, left me a little $$$, and off they went, leaving me home alone for 2 weeks. It was the first time in my short life that I was able to think and more importantly, act for myself. And it was WONDERFUL! Now mind you, I was a good kid and could be trusted and that was the biggest reason why my folks let me stay by myself. The first Saturday night I stayed out late. I mean late, late, late. I didn't do anything wildly inappropriate. (me and a couple of friends snuck into a wet t-shirt contest about 1 AM-we didn't dare order any drinks 'cause we knew we'd get kicked out for sure). In those days PH mtg started at 7:30 AM, so I slept in. It was a wonderful feeling, temporarily going outside the life that had been structured for me since birth. Well PH mtg ended at 8:30 and at 8:35, the priests advisor and 4 other priests were banging my door down, wanting to know where I was and what was up. Yes, folks, it started early--I just didn't know it then.