Margaret was nearing death. Old and frail, her health devastated by age and cancer, she knew she had very little time left.
And she was alone, helped by a few kind-hearted neighbours.
I called on her one day. During our conversation, I happened to mention Sr Ernestine, who was in charge of reaching out to the sick and shut-ins in the parish. I knew Sr Ernestine well, since we were part of the parish staff. She herself was getting on in years, and was not in the best of health. But I never heard her complain about her own health, or see her go around with a long face.
When I mentioned her to Margaret, the sick woman’s face lit up. She responded with one of the most beautiful comments I have heard anyone make about a person. She said, “When Sr Ernestine enters a room, she lights it up!”
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Fr Joe Mannath SDB
