“August 15, 1965 was typically warm and humid day in Godfrey, IL. The Feast of the Assumption was the day that I and 18 of my classmates were longing for. It marked the end of a yearlong novitiate experience when we were totally cut off from the world to concentrate on our spiritual growth and prepare ourselves for our first profession as Missionary Oblates. While August 15 was the end of one reality it was also the official beginning of my vowed life as a Missionary Oblate.”