You could always hear Mother Mary Angelica coming.
The thick rosary hanging alongside her hip would graze her aluminum crutches, adding a tinkling accompaniment to her slow progress. The juxtaposition of the cheerful sound and her pained movement might have seemed incongruous, only with Mother Angelica it wasnâ??t. Her constant pain â?? caused by a genetic spinal defect and many other ailments â?? was â??a gift,â? she often said. â??The Lord allowed pain before anything he asked me to do,â? she once told me. â??It kept me dependent on him to do whatever he asked of me.â?
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