Perhaps one of the most extraordinary moments in my life came when I was given the privilege of photographing Mother Teresa on her visit to our diocese. I was so nervous I failed miserably at the shots I took, but I was delighted to snap one image of her laughing with her fellow sisters.
In looking through the few photos I have left, I also realized that what was most extraordinary was sharing the moment with other people who have made a mark on my life, most especially Bishop Edward T. Hughes.
It is sad that during our lifetimes, the people who have had the greatest impact on us often never realize how they’ve touched us. Perhaps we are not aware of it ourselves, until they have left us, or we find it difficult to express our gratitude. Perhaps we just never think of it.
Perhaps this is the year when we should change all that—returning to the long lost art of the handwritten note (taking a cue from my dear friend, Pat G., whose notes never fail to make me smile).
For now, I will just say, it was an extraordinary moment when I held Mother Teresa’s hand, but more meaningful for me were the years when I worked in the presence of an extraordinary man and took away wisdom that will last a lifetime.
Many thanks, Bishop Hughes, and may God continue to bless you with good health!
