I think I was a ninth grader when I took typing class. I can still remember the clicking of keys as a roomful of students typed specially prepared typing assignments. The room was filled with the sound of dinging bells a reminder from the student’s typewriter that it was time to return the carriage and start another line of typing. Stress filled the typing room when the dreaded ‘timed typing’ test was administered. Stress was ever present because the number…..
When I was a child every morning our Mother would lead us in the same prayer, “Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God’s love entrusts me here. Ever this day be at my side to light to guard to rule and guide.” I’m not sure I believe in guardian angels at this point in my life. When I was a young boy my Mom insisted on their presence and she was backed up by a whole host of ‘penguin dressed’ nuns. So I assumed…..