My mother began my Jesuit journey when she informed me as I was nearing grade school graduation that I would be taking the entrance exam for St. Louis University High School.
Upon becoming a student at SLUH, I was greeted by many “men for others,” mostly Jesuits and some laymen. These men became my good shepherds, my much needed father figures. They taught me what it meant to be a man for others by believing that everyone in the “race” counts no matter where you finish. (My love for running cross country really emphasized this.)
As a senior I took another entrance exam which admitted me to the Jesuits, to become myself a man for others. It was 1954; I was 18.
I was ordained at St. Francis Xavier College Church in St. Louis 13 years later, in 1967. I was 31.
I was appointed pastor of Sacred Heart Church in Fruita, Colorado and pastor of nearby Holy Family School in Grand Junction, Colorado. It was 2001 and I was 65.
These parishioners and school children taught me how to be a good pastor and a man for others for 14 years: for me, heaven had met earth.
I retired in 2015. I was 79.