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The Good Shepherd One Pew Up

Great piece by Sherry:

He came to Mass every Sunday at nine o’clock. He and his 20-something-year-old son sat in the pew in front of us, and somehow we always wound up behind them. His son had severe autism and sometimes wore headphones to help deal with the crowd and the noise. On Thanksgiving weekend I shook hands with him at the sign of peace and told him how grateful I was for his weekly witness, how it heartened my husband and me as we dealt with our children (the 10-, eight-, seven- and four-year-old always seemed to turn into talkative squirrels at Mass). He had never complained and always beamed a great smile at the sign of peace. “See you next week,” I said. He nodded.
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