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%u00a9Jack Fritscher, Ph.D., All Rights ReservedHOW TO LEGALLY QUOTE FROM THIS BOOKWhat They Did to the Kid 163originally in the Cathedral in Berlin, the crucifix, so decreed by Pope Pius XII, was shipped to Misericordia for safekeeping in the spring of 1939.The Pope formally pronounced the crucifix a permanent gift to Misericordia, to honor the seminary%u2019s unspotted German heritage, during the Holy Year, 1950.%u201d The world waited, not for me as a person, but for all boys called to the priesthood. It is a terrible vocation, frightening, majestic, more selfdefying than self-defining.I knew that most people cannot be reached by most priests. I knew that certain people can be reached by certain priests. I knew that if I struck a tuning fork in the key of G and put it near another tuning fork in the key of G, it would start the second tuning fork humming.But if I put the humming tuning fork in the key of G next to a tuning fork in the key of C, nothing would happen. No energy would be transferred.So, all people can only be saved by some priest who is in their key. That%u2019s why the world needs so many different kinds of priests, because there are so many different kinds of people. That%u2019s why there are so many different kinds of vocations.I shuddered to think where the people Hank the Tank might be in tune with would hang out, because I wanted to stay away from that place. A priest needs to go out in the world and find the kind of special people he is called to save, whoever they are. Only that priest, and only those special people, in some kind of divine destiny, would fill certain spots of place and time in the world, in history, in the tumble-down mad affairs of humans.Only the right priest could bump into them on special street-corners,hello, and special Confessionals, Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, at three o%u2019clock on Saturday afternoons and hear the hot muttered admissions of guilt and sorrow, alone and with others, and repentance. Only a special priest could raise them from the stifling despair, my husband, and sweaty loss of, my wife, eternal hell. One thing I kno hell is not fire and flames. Hell is isolation, loss, despair, and depression when nobody loves you.Responsibility for creating my specific priestly vocation rolled down upon me. Already I prayed for souls I would meet at some future date. That our coincidence, our mad falling together in the human chaos of a divinely planned world would be grace-ful. I always hyphenated that word. The punctuation made clear to me its real metaphysical meaning. I tore down the walls of myself day by day to grasp my true metaphysics, to bring my true self to the fore. I had so much to prepare to bring Christ to the world.