Here's a story about purgatory, dear dKos readers I submit this perhaps as a pleasant distraction from the daily craziness, and offer it to you to consider your beliefs and how they inform your life. In any case, I hope my simple article is not construed to be detrimental to the job at hand; I hope it provides a quirky, anecdotal sidebar to this intense debate! Story follows:
My mother is a devout Catholic who had six babies, no wait, seven, and that is what this story is about:
She had had Timothy right after me, but he wasn't breathing well, so she, being a devout Catholic, dutifully calls the Rectory for consultation.
Believe you me, my Mom was like a Soccer Mom for well, Saint Sylvester's (who I didn't even know was a saint, I always assumed that he was the patron saint of cats. Really.
The story continues: