I was leaving an exam, and a Jesuit teacher called
me over. I went out one door, and he came out the other and asked
me why I was taking a liberal arts course instead of a business
course. And I explained to him that I had been thinking of the
priesthood. I did not tell him that I was thinking of the Franciscans.
He said, "You want me to set up an interview?" I said, "Go ahead."
And everything followed from that.
The Jamaican people are quite different: poor
and not well-organized. You have to work slowly with them. You
become much more involved, I think, with the people, although
some pastors up here are also quite involved. In Jamaica, I tried,
as a pastor, to treat my parishioners as family. Ocho Rios was
the tail that wagged the dog. We all knew that St. Ann's Bay was
not able to survive on its own. The people there were very poor.
Ocho Rios was the main part of the parish with visitors to Jamaica.
We had about two hundred coming to Mass from the hotels.
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