In 1971, at the end of the 8th grade school year, my home room teacher, Sister Mary Barbara, asked me a profound question that haunts me to this day.
She was a tall woman who looked like she bench pressed 100 lbs. every day. Not masculine, but strapping. A force to reckon with. Sister Barbara and I had been discussing my future and what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her I was considering becoming a nun. After all, I had been around nuns for the past eight years, even working in the convent cleaning floors and helping with other chores.
She smiled slightly and said, “Really? I don’t see that in you. I figured you say something like, scientist or journalist. Not a nun.” She shook her head.
And after a pause, she said, “What will your legacy be?”
To this day, forty years later, I am still trying to figure that out.