Volume 17, Issue 19
Some time ago, I called into a drive-in drycleaners. As I stepped out of my car, the gentleman in the vehicle behind me, a man about the same age as myself, did the same.
As I glanced back, I noticed that he had dropped something on the pavement. It was quite small, so small that he might well have stepped on it. Then he bent down, picked it up and exclaimed: “My Rosary beads!” Then he recognised me, and soon we were sharing our thoughts about how much this Marian Devotion meant to each of us.