Caution: Pride At Work

By Sr. Nun Other

As a teenager, I remember driving over a particular set of railroad tracks that crisscrossed the gateway to my home town. Someone decided a street repair was needed at that particular spot, and for months — if not years — cars were forced to drive through a huge sink hole. It’s specialty was the destruction of suspension systems and the irony of the situation emphasized by a sign that announced, “Your Tax Dollars at Work.”

On a recent Saturday morning, I was assigned to a wood stacking crew, a job I relished. After all, I’m from Pennsylvania and we do know a thing or two about wood(s)! I was the oldest member of the crew and determined not to be out-distanced. I crawled over piles of cut logs, slid through mud, and refused to take a break when suggested. It seemed quite admirable until I returned to the job site after snack, and reached down for some split wood. My lower back, once bendable, was padlocked in a vertical position. I quietly switched to a wheel barrow and continued to ignore good advice.  Out of love for others? Wanting to do my share? Setting an example? Not really. My motivation was primarily pride. By not listening, I probably cut productivity by 5%, simply by getting in the way. But I enjoyed myself. I really did.

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About Sr. Nun Other

May 16, 2012, completed my 30th year as a Sister. It was both a milestone and just another day in an interesting journey. Some of those thirty years included singing with Gloriae Dei Cantores, marching in Spirit of America band, and serving on our Sisters Council. As a monastic, I live surrounded by beauty and within a frame work of opportunity and possibility. I'm sixty-four (much to my surprise) and extremely grateful for my life as a sister - past, present, and future.

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  1. I can really identify with you, Melodius Monk! Twenty years ago, when I was 56, we had a severe set of winter storms in one week. Our truck happened to be parked outside and between the snows and the snowplow guy, our truck was hopelessly hemmed in. I decided to go out and shovel out. Jim, meanwhile, was wise enough to let Nature take its course and let it all melt. He was inside lying on the sofa, listening to classical music, which was playing so loudly that I could hear it from outside! I realized he was not going to be coming outside and consequently my judgmentalism and self pity began to escalate. A little inner voice kept telling me to stop and go inside, but, no I kept saying, “just a few more minutes.” As a result, I ended up with such a huge case of sciatica, I thought I would never get over it. It lasted for several months. I learned my lesson, and vowed it was not worth it. Now, I too sit it out and let Nature take its course! Lynne Meyer

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