When I was still quite young, somewhere between 7 and 10, right before Christmas, I came down with bronchial pneumonia and the doctor felt I would be better off in the comfort of home than in the hospital.

Then, on Christmas morning, my mother and father came into the bedroom with their arms around each other and handed me a Mass card. I found that they were having a Mass said for me! It was the first time anyone ever had a Mass said for me, and it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!