Saturday, February 13, 2016
Growing up a little boy in the Bronx I was very comfortable playing with one person. Bobby Cronin lived on the next street over. I could walk around the block, the long way, to his house, or I could climb over the fence, forbidden, behind our apartment house backyard, the short way. I did the forbidden way most of the time. I never confessed, so I guess I burn. But anyway, I did fine with Bobby. We were both introverts. We could talk, come up with inventive games and adventures, and feel bonded. It was in groups that I was lost. I did not feel comfortable with all these people at once. I don't know how to relate in "crowds" as I call it. I was not being prepared for college mixers. Maybe that is why I became a priest? But priests are supposed to be in crowds and comfortable among the many. No wonder I love to spend my summers in a monastery.