There are certain things Sister Alice has told me that have stuck with me -- particularly, her stories about the past.
As we prepared for her interview, she would occasionally go on tangents and share anecdotes about when she was young. Both she and her sister became Dominican nuns, and I was curious what kind of family raised two daughters that chose such similar paths.
She described to me a tight-knit community and a family that found solace and joy in the church. Though she was wistful, I could picture such a scene quite vividly. A mother, father and three children, born and raised in central urban Jersey.
Some people in her school had become novices the year before her (as she had chosen her vocation in her last year of high school), and her whole life, the Sisters of St. Dominic had been a presence. They had shared a car, and when she would walk down the street, the Sisters would drive by, jovially honking their horns and waving merrily at the local attendees of the church and the Catholic school. The novices seemed happy, and when she herself enrolled, she described her experience as a “fit.”
So many people search for their place in the world and most often will find it in what is familiar. I could not imagine making and commiting to a decision so young -- and most remarkably never regretting it.
This stood out to me as an encouraging tale of commitment, a real thing many people fear, and a trait I didn’t expect to admire as much as I do. Surrounded by a supportive community, it’s no surprise she chose a life of faith!