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		<title>By: Peter Cole</title>
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		<dc:creator>Peter Cole</dc:creator>
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		<description>I really enjoyed this story and can even vouch for many of its details.  You see, I knew Sister Apollonia (and the author for that matter) at Little Flower in Brooklyn which is what everybody called St. Therese.  She did loom larger than life to a wee fourth grader.  And her tales of heaven and hell were both frightening and convincing.  I recall her once excoriating me because I used the contraction ol’ for the word “old” on an art project. Apparently ol’ was not really a proper contraction; so much for artist license.  

Years later, as a high schooler, I worked  as a clerk in the parish rectory and I met sister again; I was amazed at how mild and friendly -- and small -- she really was. She was actually very sweet to me.  Apparently her scare tactics were reserved only for the unsuspecting and malleable minds in her direct charge.  Those were interesting days when everybody we knew lived life with such metaphysical certainty.  What is most touching is that as misguided as sister’s lessons were, there was a lot of compassion taught for all those haplessly trapped souls.  Hopefully compassion that eventually was used on the actual living beings on the planet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I really enjoyed this story and can even vouch for many of its details.  You see, I knew Sister Apollonia (and the author for that matter) at Little Flower in Brooklyn which is what everybody called St. Therese.  She did loom larger than life to a wee fourth grader.  And her tales of heaven and hell were both frightening and convincing.  I recall her once excoriating me because I used the contraction ol’ for the word “old” on an art project. Apparently ol’ was not really a proper contraction; so much for artist license.  </p>
<p>Years later, as a high schooler, I worked  as a clerk in the parish rectory and I met sister again; I was amazed at how mild and friendly &#8212; and small &#8212; she really was. She was actually very sweet to me.  Apparently her scare tactics were reserved only for the unsuspecting and malleable minds in her direct charge.  Those were interesting days when everybody we knew lived life with such metaphysical certainty.  What is most touching is that as misguided as sister’s lessons were, there was a lot of compassion taught for all those haplessly trapped souls.  Hopefully compassion that eventually was used on the actual living beings on the planet.</p>
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