Ma'am A Nuns Story By Jude Kyrie Ma’am By |Jude Kyrie
I remember the first time I met her It was at the orphanage. So many many years ago I was going through rehabilitation after running away again for what turned out to be last of many times I was a life that's for certain. Who wants to adopt fourteen-year-old boys? Apparently no one. She was assigned as my counselor I don't think I have ever seen anyone as beautiful as her. before or since. Her lovely angelic face. Oh! and her smile, it was like sunshine. Unsure of how to address a Nun I always called her Ma’am. She did not seem to mind. Her heart was full of kindness I was hooked. I think that was when I realized she was the only friend I had. What I did not know was I was falling in love with her. That confusing rite of passage from Boyhood to Manhood left me dazed and confused. Or perhaps I just needed someone of my own to love. I have never seen as much kindness before or since. It flowed from her like golden honey.
She stopped me from running away again, and taught me how to read books, great books, by important authors. To learn poetry and to talk about its meaning. At this point I knew for sure I loved her. She took me to the mission where the homeless lived and we served in the free kitchen. I would have followed her to the moon or anywhere.
She was relocated after a couple of years. To a mission in Africa. I was desolate. Begging to go with her. I even asked her to marry me. She smiled and said if she was free she would marry me in a heartbeat. But she explained gently to my young heart. that she was already married to her faith. Showing me her gold ring. She whispered see I am a bride of Christ.
She died a few years later her letters stopped coming It was a bout of malaria that took her. Now when I feel alone or sad. I open an old shoe box the only thing that I kept from the orphanage. And I re-read her stacks of letters. one by one. Always in the order that she sent them to me. you know for a moment the world becomes sweeter. And as usual I feel warm and safe again.
Nuns are real women as well. Sometimes we forget that. Jude