Certain of leaving Haggerty, I pondered on what to take with me as a remembrance. I had the chapel’s pew in mind but dropped the idea when I failed to lift it up with my hands and belly. I dragged it instead. But when it created a screeching sound, I knew I could not have it pass through the guards of Manang Norms. I returned it to its place and while I was about to kneel, my gaze was fixed on the crucifix. It could fit inside my coat but again, I dropped the idea thinking that I would hang it up front of my bed. I cannot dare to watch the almost-naked Man every time I am about to sleep. Vatican 2 has taught me to harmonize my thoughts and desire the same Man after he rose from the dead, now linen-clad, raising his hands for victory. I then turned to the CR and eyed the toilet bowl I ceremoniously used to squat longer than usual while mixing tasks into one (shitting, studying, reading-whatever). But I could not find a screw driver to unbolt it on the tiled floor and a jack hammer to complete the crime.
Desperate enough, I returned to the chapel and pleaded
for enlightenment, opened my weekday missal and on page 401 read the
following passage: “Where are your virtuous acts? See! Your true
character is finally showing itself”. What! The Lord saw what I was
doing??? Or was He telling me to take something. I finally knew it!
I believe each of us has taken something out of Haggerty when
we were kicked or left out or pursued our priestly vocation, be they
habits that are hard to break, dirty clothes, any mementos, or fetish
that we continue to place under our pillow or hold on our breast when
we sleep. Then you are a true Haggy, in a wrong way.
(Note: This gibberish is an abridged version from the email, but it’s worth to know what inside the mind of other Haggies, their mental conditioning)
To my knowledge, three have been priests: One is a candidate to become a bishop and two are taking up doctorate degrees in divinity(?). One is an entrepreneur and two are certain to become head of their offices and so praying for the early retirement of their superiors.
Guess who were they: check boy, pray boy, cool boy?
Shared hobby at present: exchanging emails nga mga ngilngig, gilok ug lood