I'm gong to add chapter by chapter and then as I remember experiences I will add to
the chapters or rearrange.

Years have jumped ahead and this was when my neices Kimmy and Tracey were 14 and 15.

The girls came to church with me when they could.  Their parents, my brother and sister in law
were not religious or church goers by any means.  My  sister in law infact seemed to be afraid
of religion.

The kids though had a thirst for knowing about religion and found joy coming to St. Clare church
in Lyndhurst with me.  My brother and his wife eventually had five kids between them and two exta
from affairs.  They seperated and at this time were in a battle over custody of the kids that neither
of them really wanted.  Kimmy as 15 and first born and a pleasant smart kid, her sister Tracey was
the rebel and always marching to the beat of a different drum.  She was the radical kid, head banger,
the one that would shave her head or have green hair sometime. 

I was the leader when it came to religion and wanted the kids to have what other kids had spiritually.
I took it upon myself to baptise the kids.  I felt if the only way they would be baptised is if I did it
myself.  

 I had taken the kids to church and one day the Bishop
was going to give Holy Communion to a group of kids that had taken CCD classes.  Kimmy and I were
watching and she said so wantenly, " I wish I could have communion"  I told her, yes you can. You
understand what communion means that you are accepting Jesus into your life.  She said yes, then
I told her get up and go have your first communion by the Bishop.  To the dismay of the priest I told
afterward the service,  this was between God and Kimmy and the Bishop was just the tool.

Kimmy and Tracey had come to a Thursday service
with me and after the service there was a "healing" service.  The lights were lowered and the
Host was put out on the alter.  The healing team from the church were  there to help those that
wanted to come up for a healing.  Soft music played and the three of us sat there.  The little lady
from the healing team kept coming up to us.  " Do you want to come up" she asked softly.

Kimmy and Tracy kept saying "noooooooooo nooooooooooo" but I encouraged them "go ahead" "don't be
scared , it is alright" I coached. They finally agreed and walked a bit scared hand in hand up to the front
of the church.  As they spoke with the healing team I saw that they were holding each other and crying.
I thought "these kids needed this".  As the healing team began to pray I watch from my seat in the pews.
Tracey our radical kid knew nothing about what was going to happen and it was funny and joyful to watch.
As she was prayed over both her toes started to lift at the same time higher and higher and she would
rock hard forward to get her feet back flat on the ground.  Again her toes of her shoes start to lift ,point
to the ceiling and she then again thrust herself forward to stand straight. When it happened again the lady
said "don't fight it honey that is the Holy Spirit." 
This was an experience for all of us as I got to share this moment with the girls.  I watch the Holy Spirit touch Tracey as this was validation to me as I knew what was happening but Tracey didn't and clueless she was responding to
the touch of the Holy Spirt.  She didn't even know this was possible. I was over joyed she had this experience.  Kimmy and Tracey on their own a few years later took adult catholic education to be baptisted offically.