Atlanta YAM -July 20-28, 2002
Saturday, July 20th, 2002
Heather Phillips, Christ the King, Atlanta, GA
The morning started out rough - we had to be at
the airport at 6 a.m. Our first challenge
came early when Heather's passport didn't show up
before the trip and she discovered that her birth
certificate did not have a raised seal. She
was the last to check-in while we all prayed in
the corner that she would make it through. It was
a success.
The flight was uneventful
... with an hour layover in Montego Bay. Now it was
time to go through the immigration check and once
again we were all worried that Heather might not make
it through. Both Heather and Kristen ended up
getting hassled, but eventually were allowed to get
in. Thus began the long process of customs.
Once we all got our boxes through, it was time to
load up the truck and head to Sophie's Place...
our home for the next 9 days. Some of us rode
on the back of the truck with the boxes. The sun felt
great. We were all surprised to realize that
the weather was not that much different than in Atlanta.
The ocean water was very clear. But it didn't take
long to see how much poverty is in Kingston.
Beauty and poverty all mixed together... kind of a
strange combination. We passed through the middle
of Kingston on our way. Lots of people standing
outside the shops/bars. Goats wandering around on
the streets. Tiny houses. Sophie's Place is
up in the hills. Once again, a strange mixture of
beauty and poverty. We finally arrived and immediately
began to unload. We worked hard going through all
of the boxes and sorting the things we needed. The
rest would go to the donations facility at the main
center for Mustard Seed - My Father's House.
Before long, we were all dying of thirst. Thus begins
the challenge of trying to hydrate ourselves all week.
The weather may not be different than Atlanta, but
none of us are used to living in it with no air conditioning.
After we settled in, we had dinner... chicken and
rice soup (better get used to that)! After dinner,
we came together to pray our Novena. Then we played
a "Get to Know You" game plus we each drew
a name for a our secret prayer partner.
At bedtime, we had to once again step out of our
comfort zones. The water for the toilets and shower
comes from a tank atop the building. We can turn the
water on for 45 minutes in the evening and 45 minutes
in the morning. There are 2 pressures: on and off.
And 1 temperature: cool. Of course, we don't think
we'll mind the cool shower after a long, hot, unair-conditioned
day. We made it!
Time to turn the lights off...
Sunday, July 21st, 2002
Dawn Stark, St. Thomas the Apostle, Smyrna, GA
We had many great experiences today. We were able
to sleep in until 8:00 a.m. this morning. We played
with the children that stay here at Sophie's Place
before we headed off to 10:30 mass.
We celebrated mass at St. Pius X church. It was
an amazing experience. The music was very upbeat and
moving. It was interesting that the gospel reading
was about the parable of the Mustard Seed. After mass
the band stayed and had a jam session for us, playing
songs including our favorite Bob Marley tunes. We
had lunch under a pavilion on the church grounds.
After lunch, we had the afternoon to play with
the children at Sophie's Place. There are
about 30 children who stay here. They have various
disabilities and all but two are confined to wheelchairs.
We were able to get them out of their chairs and play
with them. We played music, blew bubbles, played
with balloons and shared stories with them.
We spent about 4 hours just hanging out and sharing
our love with these children.
In the evening, we did some team building activities.
Matt Gardner came up with the idea to drill everyone
with 15 questions so we learned a lot about each other.
We shared a lot about each other. We shared a lot
of laughter as well. We ate dinner while Mike
Judge questioned each of us about why we decided to
come on this trip. Our spiritual activity was
learning about our patron saint, St. Therese of Lisieux.
James Ragsdale did an awesome job providing us with
knowledge about this faith filled woman.
It was a tiring day both physically and mentally,
so most of us headed to bed after the activity.
We're having a great time so far. The weather
is beautiful and not as hot as most of us expected.
I guess once you're sweaty, you get used to the heat.
We sleep with open windows with no screens and get
a cool breeze in the evening. We have a limited
water supply so we have 45 minutes in the morning
and in the evening to shower. It's definitely
different from what we are all used to and comfortable
with, but we are learning quickly to put our selfish
ways aside in order to serve God.
Monday, July 22nd, 2002
James Ragsdale, St. Vincent de Paul, Dallas, GA
We woke up fresh and early at 5:45 a.m. this morning.
Well, at least the early part! After showering
and getting ready we gathered at 6:45 a.m. for our
first daily mass with Fr. Theodore and Fr. Richard.
During mass our voices started out as small, almost
as individuals, (almost asleep), but it did not take
long for us to be a loud joyous chorus. We were
also powered by a great homily!
After mass we gathered our things to prepare for
our tour of the apostolates. By 9 a.m., we were
at My Father's House. At My Father's
House, Fr Gregory welcomed us and provided us
insight and reassurance. He pointed out that
while our work on building/painting was important,
this work was minor compared to the needs of playing
with the children (with open hearts). I was
greatly looking forward to being among His little
children.
At My Father's House, we toured the various
ministries, including the print room, pottery area,
the Zinc Link internet cafe and the radio station
(96.1 Roots). This appeared as a great window to the
world and as a vocal insight to the local community.
We also got to tour and meet the kids. After
the tour we got to interact. I was quickly drawn
to one girl named Diandra to whom I spent almost my
entire time there singing and caressing her head and
arms. The words of the song seemed to come from
my heart and soul equally. I even prayed for
Mary and Jesus Christ to lessen her suffering and
told her that soon she would be blessed by being sent
directly to our Mother Mary's lap at Our Father's
side. I said that knowing she was there would
make me strive to get there. She has hydrocephalus,
where her skull did not fuse as a baby so her brain
continued to grow. The fluids and her brain did
not develop normally, yet she was so beautiful.
On the bus ride to the next apostolate, we were
entertained by a Mike Judge production using several
puppets to sing the parts to "Summer Loving"
and "We Go Together."
What joy vibrated with my now extended family.
We arrived at Mary's Child at 11:20 a.m.,
where young teenage girls are expecting babies. Here
they are provided with food, shelter, and spirituality.
They are required to practice devotions and stick
to the rules. They also are encouraged to learn a
trade which may include finishing school. The
school that they attend allows them to bring their
kids with them where they could visit and nurse them
at the breaks.
At Mary's Child, we got to see another
internet cafe, where we got a lot more of an idea
of the great service it provides. We also met
Matthew whose mother Alicia gave us a tour of the
dorms and kids. Ernetta Brown told us of the great
work being done.
By the way, the Zinc Link brings the internet,
a window to the world, to the inner city, where a
child from the streets can access the internet for
$50 Jamaica dollars (app. $1US) or adult can for $150
Jamaica dollars (app. $3US). Next we got a tour
of Trinity Cathedral at the Jesuit Center at St. George's
university. At this beautiful cathedral, we
went to reflect on the day so far, while also appreciating
the beauty of the location, including several saint
statues. After taking pictures, I kneeled and
prayed for the kids and thanked God for all He's given
to us so far. Before completing, I asked for St. Therese
of Liseux help with a fear my heart is dealing with.
Upon raising my head, my eyes opened on a statue in
the corner that we had not noticed yet. It was
St. Therese of Liseux. Was this a comforting
sign or a coincidence? I did have joy showing her
to others.
Upon our arrival at 2:10 pm at Jerusalem,
another apostolate, we got to eat lunch. Jamaican
beef patties, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with
Pepsi or optional champagne cola. Yum!
At Jerusalem, Nadine gave us a tour of the
site that at one time had been a leper colony.
When seeing the alter area, Nadine pointed out that
the children and staff are required to spend two hours
a day in devotion. It reminded me of what Fr.
Gregory pointed out: that the main reason the children
might be here is to pray for the world.
While at Jerusalem, I got to play
with the children of Dare to Care. I passed
out the bubbles and stickers but more importantly
shared my love through music and sound effects.
I also got to speak to a local apostle in one
of the physically disabled, a great man named Claude.
He taught me a lot this day including a direct wind
into the faith such as St. Theresa's. He sang
"Jesus Loves Me" and then he talked about
how we need to love each other and avoid trouble when
it comes. When I told him he was like Peter,
he sang of the glory of St. Peter, the sign of the
cross and the apostles' great work. I am closer
to faith and heaven today due to his face, words,
and deeds.
As for dinner, we were invited to Finton Kilbride's
group of 30 teens from Canada who are spending 2-4
weeks serving kids at various teaching centers in
Jamaica. They are awesome, venturing out to
serve people of the world at such an early age.
Wow! We had a great dinner with great comradeship
and food. Upon returning to Sophie's
Place for the night, we ran to the showers at
9 p.m. so we could gather at 9:45 p.m. for our
nightly spiritual meeting. Mark Homer led the
session where we wrote our questions/reflections on
paper, placed them in a box and picked them out randomly
among us to read and discuss. The night went
quite well with some casualties to sleep. Yet,
we ministered to concerns about physical and spiritual
discomfort with the kids. While being insightful,
I believe we came away as a stronger family and better
as individuals, servants ready to serve the kids in
whom we helped.
At conclusion, we said our novena including our
concerns and wishes for the forthcoming days. We turned
in at almost midnight.
Tuesday, July 23rd, 2002
Matt Gardner, Christ the King, Atlanta, GA
What can I say - starting the day with mass puts
the right focus on
what is ahead. The singing at 6:45 a.m. mass is getting
better each day - or we are getting used to it.
Our initial meeting at My Fathers House with
Br. Garvin was fantastic. Br. Garvin is a real
blessing to MSC, and it's always fortunate to get
the chance to meet with him. We encountered our first
"less than happy" moment when the group split
up - half heading to Jerusalem and the other
half staying at Mahoe Dr. It was the 1st split since
we came together on Saturday and it really felt
strange. It made our coming together on the
afternoon that much more special.
Our work at Jerusalem was varied, but, lucky
for us, it involved a lot of playing with the
kids! We had one group painting a staff room,
another group painting the window trim on the church
and a third hauling trash and treasure alike.
Of course, each task was not without it's unique experience.
Wasps, rats, and geckos all decided to make an
appearance along with a few chickens and sheep. Nadine,
a care-giver, was kind enough to sing for us and the
children (watch for the music video on MSC productions!).
The day was capped off with an open-air truck ride
back to Mahoe Dr. in a rain shower. Funny - rain feels
really different at 45 mph - but as refreshing
as we'd hoped.
When we arrived at Mahoe we unwound by taking turns
smashing concrete with a sledge hammer. What
a release!
The variety of the day set the tone for what to expect
the rest of the week...anything and everything,
and all things in between.
Peace, God bless, and thank you for your prayers!
Tuesday, July 23rd, 2002
Mark Homer, Christ the King, Atlanta, GA
Tuesday morning began early with daily mass. After
mass, we split into two groups. One group headed
off to Jerusalem for a day of painting
and playing with children and the other group
went to My Father's House to do some work
around the community.
The group that went to My Father's House was the smaller
of the two groups. Their job was to clean out
a garage to make room for a new thrift store
and to knock down a concrete wall to create space
for a repair garage. This group had a blast
and a workout with the sledgehammer. After several
sing a longs, we finally knocked down the last
of the wall. In between projects, we played with the
children of My Father's House.
At the end of the day, both groups met up at My
Fathers House and went back to Sophie's
Place for dinner, a much needed shower and a nightly
spiritual activity. Tonight was reconciliation night.
After an inspiring talk on confession by Fr.
Richard and Amy Melear, the group made their
confessions and reflected upon the day's activities.
Then, off to bed.
Wednesday, July 24th, 2002
Carla Heinsch, St. Michael the Archangel, Woodstock,
GA
Today our group started the day gathering for mass
at 6:30 AM to worship together at Sophie's Place.
And while we made a joyful noise unto the Lord, we
were usually not on key. Fr. Richard did an awesome
job with our homily, and then we were off and running
for the day. While we were waiting on the bus, a few
of us went down where the children were having a chapel
service. The caregivers sing and praise and do daily
prayers. It was neat to see the children get into
it with flailing arms in dance, praise, and smiles
all around. When the bus arrived we piled into the
seats and folding chairs and were off. We dropped
half of the group at My Father's House and
a brief layover to visit with the children there,
we drove over to Jerusalem (a different compound
in the suburbs of Kingston). It is odd to see such
a combination of beauty in the land and poverty in
the people.
At Jerusalem we were assigned to finished
the projects that the other group started the day
before. Matt, Mark, Heather, Amy, and Missy went to
the containers to further organize all the donation
and move contents from the bottom to the top. Despite
the sauna-like temperatures and a few broken window
panes (thanks to Mark) it was a job well done. Kasia
and Alan finished painting one of the rooms. Kristen
and I were assigned to paint the chapel's windows.
They were having their weekly prayer service inside.
It was neat to meet the locals and listen to their
praising and prayers. They even said prayers for us.
I must say that my first ever painting project was
a success. After a break for lunch, we were off to
play with the children. Kristen and I found ourselves
together feeding some of the children, an amazing
and humbling experience. Over my shoulder, Missy and
Mark were having so much fun playing with sock puppets,
while Shawn was having a ball-throwing game with several
children. After a couple of hours we finished up our
painting project so we hopped in back of the truck
and headed back to Sophie's Place (home).
I went to hang out with the kids and help with feeding.
Dinner was served. Imagine... rice, beans, and peas,
and stew-like stuff. We ended the evening with prayers
and finding our child-like faith.
It is funny being here. Everyday, I have gone through
the emotions from happiness, sympathy, sadness, and
joy. So many of these children have touched me with
their smiles, their peace, and their joy. They have
given me so much more than I will give to them. I
never realized how very blessed I am in my life.
Wednesday, July 24th, 2002
Kelly Hidalgo, Transfiguration, Marietta, GA
We celebrated mass in the early morning together
with a wonderful charge from Father Richard to "just
be" and let the Holy Spirit work through us as Jeremiah
did. Then our teams separated to Jerusalem
and My Father's House.
At My Father's House, we were blessed to have
the opportunity to celebrate mass with the children.
Pre-mass activities included a spirited rendition
of "This Little Light of Mine" and other songs in
which the children participated. After mass, we all
spent time playing with the children and photographing
them for the family-tree wall. Being able to meet
every child and learn his or her name was such a blessing.
Then we tackled the "manly" project of loading the
truck with old, rusty materials - some heavy and large
(hence, reason number one for the tetanus shot). Our
most interesting object to load was a large, 600-pound,
thick wire coil. Who knows what it was used for, but
with good teamwork and direction from Father Richard,
it was successfully loaded. Our final project was
finishing an altar cloth with children's hand prints.
Some of the kids had the opportunity to leave a white
handprint on a blue cloth used to create an altar
cloth for an Atlanta church. Then we had more quality
time with the children.
Finally, we met up with our long lost friends from
Jerusalem. We shared a fun-filled night of
stories that made us laugh and then played like children.
We did finger-painting, coloring, and molding Play-Doh
together in order to remember our child-like faith.
God bless all of you and your support. Remember the
child inside you.
Thursday, July 25th, 2002
Maria Kaczperski, St. John the Evangelist, Hapeville,
GA
Today was our beach day! We got to sleep in until
7 a.m. because the bus was committed to picking us
up at 8 a.m. We were still waiting at 10:30 a.m. ...
this is Jamaica time, mon! Waiting time was filled
with writing affirmations, playing cards, and getting
money out from the Bank of Maria for lunch, dinner
and maybe a Red Stripe or Ting.
We arrived at the pier by noon and proceeded to wait
some more for the boat. The ride was like a very wet
roller coaster. Matt entertained us, sporting his
snorkel goggles. Even Mr. Whiskers, the sock puppet,
joined in the fun, getting wet and holding up his
arms while the waves moved us up and down. We arrived
at the small Lime Cay (pronounced Key) Island at 1
p.m. and several of us took no time at all to jump
into the clear, blue, WARM water. Quite different
that the cool/cold showers back at Sophie's Place!
Mass on the beach was a treat, celebrating the Eucharist
in God's natural setting. Fr. Theodore's homily reflected
on the transient nature of all things on the beach
-- sand castles, trees, even concrete shelters. This
proved so on target as part of the concrete shelter
where our lunch was served fell right into Missy's
plateful of food! Our volunteer coordinator, James,
cooked a delicious and spicy lunch of jerk chicken,
festival, aki with salt fish, plantains and bread
fruit.
We then split into several groups: those who jumped
right back into the water (without waiting the 45-minute
rule!); those who went on a walk around the island
(entire circumference of the island can be walked
in 15 minutes); those who headed off to the tiny island
bar (Red Stripes at $1.20); and a couple of us who
crashed headfirst into the sand for a much needed
nap. Our boat came back at EXACTLY 4:30 ... but we
weren't ready, mon. We all took our sweet time gathering
back together. We finally left after 5 p.m. on an
even more exciting and wet boat ride since the water
had gotten even more choppy. Fortunately we all made
it back and proceeded to wait for the water to be
turned on but it never happened ... Port Royale's
water had been shut off!
We proceeded all salty and sticky (and stinky and
stanky) to Gloria's Rendezvous for a magnificent feast
of shrimp, lobster, chicken (for non-seafood lovers,
Lisa and Maria), fried fish, curry goat (Kasia chickened
out!) and the completely intact steamed fish with
the heads still on! Amy had clearly stated that she
would only eat protein things that were unrecognizable
... but the fish was definitely a fish. She screamed
and laughed while Missy chopped off their heads under
a napkin ... Missy and James had no problem at all
eating all the discarded parts including innards and
eyeballs. Yuk!
We met Sister Cecilia at a table next to ours. She
is originally from Jamaica but now works in Alabama
as a school principal. Mike offered some Young Adult
Ministry help for a weekend project when we get back
home.
We had an uneventful and peaceful ride back home (we
were all zonked from the sun) and arrived at 9 p.m.
Just when we thought we were all going to bed, Nick,
Mike and Matt dressed up in white one-piece hooded
and footed clean-guard outfits that made them look
like a cross between Pentium men and Q-tips. We laughed
so hard it hurt. Finally it was time for sleep for
some very strange dreams.
Friday, July 26th, 2002
Lisa Coleman, St. Ann's, Marietta, GA
This morning, the alarms woke us up at 7 a.m.. We
had our usual morning routine of eating breakfast,
filling water bottles, showering, reflecting in personal
journals, writing in other Young Adults' Affirmation
Journals, and playing with the children before the
bus arrived. We didn't have morning mass until later
in the afternoon though.
James picked us up around 9 a.m., and we were off
to My Father's House. The group prayed the
daily Rosary as we made our way down the curvy and
narrow road. The drivers here amaze me as they pass
other cars SO closely without causing accidents.
We arrived at My Father's House where we had
several activities to choose from. Kelly had some
of us finish taking pictures of the children to tape
onto the painted tree on one of the inside walls.
When it was finished, the tree was covered with the
kids' beautiful faces with their name and birth date
under their photo. We also had a chance to browse
in the pottery shop while Blossom, a very nice Jamaican
woman who works here, helped us. She accepted American
money and credit cards (one American dollar equals
47 Jamaican dollars right now). The pottery sales
benefit Mustard Seed. Mr. Whiskers, our sock puppet,
got his picture taken by a beautiful plate that Karen
purchased. Some of us also had the chance to worship
the Lord with the children and the caregivers in a
daily prayer service. Songs were exchanged by all.
We also had some time to play with the children. It
is wonderful to see their smiles as we sing and clap
their hands together or even as we just hold them.
I need to learn some more songs ("Itsy Bitsy Spider"
and "If you know that Jesus Loves You" - to the tune
of "If You're Happy and You Know It" - just doesn't
cut it :)).
Our visit was cut short, and we left around 11:30
to go back to Sophie's Place to get ready
for the Staff Appreciation Party we throwing in the
evening. Balloons were blown, chocolate chip chocolate
brownies were baked and party bags were stuffed as
others washed chairs and placed them outside around
tables. Jerome, one of the children living at
Sophie's Place, helped wash the chairs as he sat
in his wheelchair.
We had mass with Father Richard around 2:30 p.m. which
was immediately followed by Adoration. The group signed
up for personal time to spend with the Blessed Sacrament.
The guests (various staff members from Jerusalem
and My Father's House) started arriving by
busload around 6:30 p.m., and entertainment was provided
by Mike instead of our absent DJ. There was a Star
Search competition among the staff members (gospel
and reggae music), the Young Adult missionaries ("Light
The Fire"), and the famous Nadine, one of the nurses
at Jerusalem ("Killing Me Softly"). We served
our guests a traditional Jamaican meal: rice and peas,
curried goat, jerk chicken, and salad. The party ended
after Nick gave a short speech thanking the Mustard
Seed Staff for their generous care of the children.
After cleaning up, eating our own spaghetti dinner,
and showering, our group ended the evening at
Sophie's Place with the nightly spiritual activity.
Amy passed out photographs of the Mustard Seed children
and we discussed the brokenness in these children
and compared this to our personal brokenness.
Most of us went to bed around 11:30 p.m. as others
(Mark) scrambled to finish writing in Affirmation
Journals and describe the friendships that have been
created and the faith that has been strengthened.
Rice-and-Peas, a dog that stays at Sophie's Place,
and his friends didn't wake us up at night with their
usual nightly barking.
It is hard to believe tomorrow is our last day to
visit Jerusalem and My Father's House
to work and play with the children.
Saturday, July 27th, 2002
Missy Gibson, Christ the King, Atlanta, GA
Amy Melear, St. Ann's, Marietta, GA
Well, it's our last full day and we've already been
moving and shaking!!! Several missionaries brought
in the morning by staying up and writing in the affirmation
books and talking about the experiences. It was about
3 a.m. before I made it to bed. Wake up call was at
7 a.m. Once again the bus was a little late (Jamaica
time). Breakfast, affirmations and refreshing showers
kept us all occupied.
We took off for Jerusalem with the usual routine
-- the daily Rosary and plenty of gazing out the window.
The back of the bus is definitely an interesting ride
especially since there isn't a seat back there! Just
folding metal chairs ... and with every turn you manage
to slide a couple of inches left or right. This is
not the place for motion sensitive folks. Once we
arrived at Jerusalem, the whole team helped
load up the truck full of materials headed for the
dump. Seven lucky missionaries headed to the local
dump: Amy, Shawn, Kristen, Mark, Allen, Heather and
Fr. Richard. We rode in the back of the truck on top
of the trash that we had just loaded. The ride was
approximately 20 minutes and took us through some
of the poorer sections of town. As we tried to keep
our balance we took turns taking pictures of the random
goats and cows that were walking through the streets.
When we pulled up to the dump, three men ran after
the truck and jumped on the back. Amy Melear turned
to Heather Phillips and asked "Should we be concerned?"
They rode with us to the dump and then jumped off
and started rummaging through the mountains of trash
looking for various items. The dump had cows and birds
all over it that were feeding off the trash. There
were approximately twenty people that were going through
the trash. I am not sure if they work there or live
there. It may be both. We quickly threw all of the
stuff off the truck. We didn't even need to get off
the back since we just threw it over the edge. As
we finished the three men that had hitched a ride
jumped back on with their aluminum and we discovered
that the truck was stuck. A few men placed random
clothes under the wheel and after awhile we were on
our way back to Jerusalem. What an eye opening
experience that was!
The rest of us that didn't go to the dump split up
and went to play either under the pavilion or to
Dare to Care! This is by far my favorite
part of each day. I (Missy) went to Dare to Care
first. One of the little boys I met last year, Alex,
came running for the door when he saw us coming in.
He sat with me and blew bubbles. I got to play with
Kimberly as well. She is such a bright young lady.
After about an hour (it seemed like only minutes)
I decided to head back to the pavilion area. Danny,
Dawn, Angela, Matt and Cathy all had a blast playing
catch, reading and running about with the children
of Dare to Care. When it was time to go I
thought it would be easy, but Alex came up and hugged
me and wouldn't let go and began to cry ... I am overwhelmed
at the generous gift of love given by the children.
Alex told me he loved me -- I responded in kind.
I cannot imagine not being in love with the children.
That makes coming home a little more difficult again!
Once I got to the pavilion I sat and talked to Claude
and one of the caregivers, Nadine. It was a quiet
time. The gang from the dump came back and I got to
play with the hand puppets again ... Mark Homer and
I love the three little pigs but only two could be
found today. It is so much fun seeing the children
smile! While sitting with Claude, I spent a lot of
time watching the interactions of others with the
children. I marvel at how comfortable everyone looks
sharing special moments with God's little angels.
Soon it was time for lunch. Patties once again, but
this time we had the choice of chicken, vegetable,
beef, or meatloaf. The vegetable patties were so tasty.
We ate lunch and had just a few minutes to say goodbye
before boarding the bus and heading over to My
Father's House. I went into the chapel for a little
alone time and found that I had a good idea. A few
others came in after me to pray ... a prayer of thanksgiving
for the many blessings this trip has provided.
I'm sitting in air-conditioning right this second,
typing at Zinc Link -- the internet cafe at My
Father's House. I'll have more to add as the day
is only just begun... We'll be playing here and going
to Mass with the children at 4 p.m. Then it's back
to Sophie's Place for dinner and our final
night together...
Sunday, July 28th, 2002
We're heading back home! Our flight should
arrive at 12:40 p.m. at Hartsfield airport.
See you at there or at mass at 5:30 p.m. at Christ
the King Cathedral. Thanks again to all our
friends and family.
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