The voice on the other end of a telephone always sets the tone of the conversation to be had.
Ms. Bubbico resides here in the main office, with a recent important transplant from the admissions office… Sister Janice.
Sister Janice, a Sister of Mercy, let my family feel comfortable and secure when she invited my other half, my sister Rita, to attend Lauralton Hall.
It was late in the year; it did not matter.
We had no money– she would arrange everything.
It was very dark; my father had just died a few weeks before in Nicaragua.
She showed us light.
She gave my family our first taste of Mercy Spirit.
She alone set the tone of the conversations that I’ll be having for the rest of my life.