All these years I only knew St. Vincent de Paul as the large thrift store in Taylor that clothed us for the first decade of starting Down Home Ranch. I was grateful for it, and donated stuff to it, and I knew the Catholic Church was responsible for it. That was it.
As it happens, last week their son had to have a biopsy to test for recurrence of cancer he was treated for several years ago. They were worried as the test itself carried significant risk, due to the location of the tissue to be biopsied, so I went to sit and pray with them at the hospital while it was done. Today they await the results.
Last winter I stopped with daughter Kelly and her friend Sterling at a Subway for a late lunch. Sterling had sat down with Kelly in a booth by the door, but, as it was a cold, wet, and blustery day; every time somebody went in or out a fierce gust of wind hit us, so I suggested we move to a booth further away.