The Passion of the Christ

Growing up, I went to catholic schools all the way through high school.

I went to St.-Charles Elementary in Monaco


Le College de l'Annonciade in Monaco


Rummel High School in New Orleans.


And St-Thomas High School in Houston.


All that to say, that I grew up going to church, but didn't have a real relationship with Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior until I was twenty-six years old. My personal relationship with Jesus Christ is important to me. And my father knew that.

He didn't share the enthusiasm in my faith, but shared my passion because he was my dad and he loved me. What was important to me became important to him.

A short time before he passed away, I asked him to come see the Passion of the Christ with me. I believed that the movie depicted the cruelty that Jesus had to go through for us and I wanted to share my faith with Dad.

I wasn't sure that Dad would be willing to go. He was tired and the cancer was taking its toll on his body, but, true to who he has always been my whole life, Dad said "yes".

Dad commented that the movie was good as far as that movie can be called good because of the harshness of it depicts. He was emotionally touched.

I love my dad for making sure that if it was important to me, then it was important to him.

Thanks, Dad!