In November of 1975 I was hospitalized for surgery. Because of complication I was in the hospital for 3 weeks instead of one week (yes, those were the days when you actually had some time to heal before leaving the hospital for home). The unexpected delay in going home left me feeling frustrated and irritable. It was at that time the chaplain stopped by and I sensed that I could say to her what I feared to say to my friends and family. I shared my fears, concerns and “pity potty” feelings.
It was at that moment I sensed a pull on the strings of my heart to become a chaplain. After one unit of CPE I knew that this was where I was to be. But because I am a teacher at heart I knew that I would have to find a way to combine both loves…teaching and chaplaincy. This led to CPE supervision and so ends my story…no so began my story.