It was 35 years ago. As a young priest, I had been given a VW van by a befriended family for a holiday camp with young people. As I was not yet so experienced in driving a larger vehicle, I had put the car on a stone in a narrow mountain curve. Nothing serious happened, but the shock was still in my bones. After returning from the holiday camp, I returned the vehicle to the family. I “confessed” to the father what had happened. He looked at the damage under the vehicle, stood up again, smiled at me with a kindness that remains in my heart to this day and said, " Let it go. It's all right!" I remember driving back home deeply touched. This kindness and generosity had reached my heart deeply. In the past few days we have buried this friend. I feel: the love remains!
