Rodrigo’s son is Adrian. Adrian is disabled. Rodrigo works three jobs to pay for his care. Rodrigo brought Adrian from Peru to the United States 15 years ago, so he’d receive the best care possible, so he could live. Because Rodrigo loves Adrian, a father and a son.
In the final months of my life as an Anglican minister, in spiritual distress, I made my way to Walsingham in Norfolk to the shrines there dedicated to Our Lady—“England’s Nazareth,” it’s called.
There’s an essay by C. S. Lewis that I have, ever since I first read it as a teenager, always remembered at some of the more frustrating moments of my life, moments especially of interpersonal aggravation.