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CHAPTER 2: The life of a Catholic priest

CHAPTER 2: The life of a Catholic priest

Wakes up every day the same time almost like a normal routine, go to take a shower, clean his dusty teeth that has probably never visited a dentist before , wear the traditional priest clothes, go to church afterwards, pray for the young, elderly and the sick. The weekdays go without him getting a little glimpse of fun and later on go and visit the elderly and on Saturdays do a service for those who can't go on a Sunday service usually the old. Well the next week is repeated doing the same damn thing do it all over again and again? The next week you do the same and when you are tired you ask to take a break go and visit your family and by the way you don't stay with them it's just for two or maybe three days. You stay all by yourself maybe with the other brothers or other priests at church. You take a short break maybe of two days and you come back again. No social life, no children and also you are only allowed to follow the church rules that forces you to have no wife but for some of the gen z the no children part might be a freedom sign but who doesn't want to leave a good legacy. We all do and at the end of the day we work our ass off just to get that recognition and one day we all want all of that to go to our children. For someone really dedicated the schedule can be very easy but if the motivation to be a priest is to escape poverty then the schedule can be fun only for a short time. You can get all the food, nice clothes and even an exquisite car but all this is not yours it is for the church. When you decide to stop being a priest you return all the luxury to the church of course and then you have to start all over from scratch. Go into the streets and start all over again that is not a good option compared to all the years wasted. So what really is the story of Father Walter I some would say pretty much ordinary like the rest of the other priests but for me it's a devoted story that some people might want to hear one day it was almost the same but he decided to accept his fate. Why return all those cars when he worked hard for those luxuries.

Walter woke up pretty much the say as anyone would do. Go and wash his face and after that take one good glance at the mirror and then he rubbed his eye lid reminded himself why he had to do what he does every day "Because he chose to serve the Lord," But he knew that each and every moment of his life he was under an eyeful eye from the church. Perfection was the only thing that they wanted from him. And I guess this had to apply to most of the church priest.

He could drink, smoke but not in public, he was expected to preach every day and do that until he breathes his last breath. Walter was now used to the system he never complained never regretted the church for some other part was almost like his newly found family, even further live his own life by himself the Catholic church thought that it would be best to keep it that way. But what the Catholic never really thought of was the fact that he was a normal human being who would need some fun in his life. He had the same feelings as anyone could ever had. But the Catholic thought of a temporary solution. If these priests get used to the same church they would change rotate move somewhere else meet some other people. Walter and the other priests would travel to another church after two years of service. But by the time Walter arrived at the Huntingdon Church he was now 39 almost approaching his early 40s and for a minute he constantly got reminded what the same people of his age were doing that was having a big family, having children, even if Walter tried to escape the harsh reality he saw it every day at church. Couples holding hands, performing at wedding ceremonies and even bless their anniversaries. But Walter couldn't run away forever he got a letter from the bishop and there inside was an instruction to go to his home place, Huntingdon. He tried to run away from reality leave his home place, Huntingdon go somewhere far where no one knew him to make his life a little better but a sudden plot twist happened and had to face the harsh reality. His face flattered he had this grin on his face, he would go back to the same place where he grew up in enjoyed his youth and there he had a vivid moment where he remembered fighting with his father so that he could be a priest

Walter, 'I think dad I should go be a priest,'

His father, 'I don't think so Walter, all those years that I fought for you and this is how you repay me back,'

But his decision had hurt so many people in his life including his girlfriend Linnet who thought for a long time was not enough even though she agreed at the end. Walter had caused so many damages that had left his close friends hurt, the old women who though he could be his son in law one day and

. For some time he wanted to be as far from his family, they never got the fact that he would not give his parents some of the grandchildren that they had longed for. His eyes crumbled looked again more carefully with an easy heart. And it read "Thank you for your 2 year service and you will be transferred to HUNTINGDON," It looked like his eyes had fallen on the letter but soon grabbed himself and had to be strong enough for the transfer.

The word Huntingdon struck him like thunder and the worst part of the thunder was how it struck him in the middle of the dessert where he had nowhere to go. The only thing that he had to do was to face the wrath with an easy mind. For the first day he told himself that two years was going to be the fastest thing that he would ever done. We all know how those drug dealers love to take those small two year jail sentences but if there is something with the two years is the guaranteed pain be it in jail or the time spent in an unwanted location, a marriage or even high school life, he had survived the two London years before like it was nothing so he expected to do the same with Huntingdon. So he arrived at a Huntingdon at night when the sun had set far away almost hiding behind the mountains. He drove slowly as he was now approaching a dust road, and he arrived at the Airbnb that was not that far away from the church. But for the first day he knew in his gut that he was tired overwhelmed and he thought of taking a deep nap but he was hungry all of a sudden. Even though he didn't want to see anyone Walter was not left with any choice go and find some food. He looked in his pockets and saw three hundred dollars that were aligned in a perc ulus manner and he had just remembered that he was given a five hundred to travel to Huntington nothing more than that and then he had a basket that was full of presents that he was just given for his two year service. And he got out of the car looked around "isn't this where the GPS told me I will be at," he said to himself softly but in a frustrating way not that he was shocked but he was tired of the trip. Walter had made talking to himself a normal thing it was not like he had no choice spent countless of hours all by himself. It had been a long time since he was even a little bit of social. Every damn day of his life he was welcomed by the lovely congregation every Sunday went to pray for the sick and for some time it was almost like he didn't have a choice. He shouted out loud it was the only way that he could express his anger just somewhere where no one could see him.