On a chilly night precisely one year ago I arrived in Virginia not knowing what the next few days were going to mean nor was I expecting anything. All I knew is that one of my most favorite human beings offered me a place to stay in his home and a little help in restoring my faith. That man, now counted among my heroes, heard my very long confession (it had been 18 years!) and celebrated the holy sacrifice of the mass for me. I felt welcomed, loved, and ready to listen to this voice in my heart. What I would experience over the next few days was nothing short of amazing, and for that, I am forever grateful to you, Father Mike.