I wasn't expecting a priest to equip me for life but he did. It started on the first day of theology class in catholic high school in Pennsylvania.
My theology teacher was a blind priest. In our discussion-based religion course, he identified students by the sound of their voices. Like many high school girls, I was an upspeak offender. When I talked out loud in class, everything had the spoken equivalent of an ellipsis or a question mark on the end of it.
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