Paul Joseph Friederich

Paul would sometimes help me clean up after Mass. One day I was going to cut down the candles and I was leaning forward to look at something on the sanctuary floor and the glass follower fell off the end of the candle. The wax was still hot and liquid so when the glass hit the floor it shattered and hot wax went all over. Paul looked at me, then he looked at the floor, then he looked at me again. He got that little grin on his face that I always remembered. He said he had something to get...