Saturday, October 31, 1981

It was too overcast to bother going to the beach, and besides, I had a costume party to plan for that night.  At 1:00 the telephone rang.   It was my Mom calling to tell me that a renown Catholic priest named Father Ralph DiOrio was in St. Petersburg today, and would I go to a healing mass with her.  Feeling rather taken aback, I said yes.  You see, I had read about this service in the newspaper a few days earlier and had actually given attending a momentary thought.  I was at the house by 3:00 and Mom, my twin sister, and I climbed into my little blue Mazda RX7 and headed for the ?.  Even though I was not a total stranger to the Catholic Church because of extended family members, having been raised in the Orthodox Church, I knew not what to expect.  I was planning on being home by 6:00 so I could go out that evening.  Little did I know that 6 hours later the three of us would head for home as Born-again Christians ... praise the Lord!