Dear friends and family,
About two weeks ago, I received a phone call from two vintage friends, friends of 35 years, who called to ask me if I was dead.
They had heard a rumor, from a priest in Baltimore (my first assignment as a baby priest, back in 1979), that I had died in Haiti.
Maybe that priest heard about the priest that was killed in Port au Prince in December, and thought it was me.
In any case, my friends were somewhat panicked.
When I saw the international number ringing on my phone, I did not want to answer it. Too often, long distance calls are bad news. I was panicked too.
Little did I know that the the bad news I would hear on the phone was about me and my demise.Read More