The Story of My Rosary
I’ve gotten a lot of questions about my rosary over the years. With good reason - it's beautiful and incredibly unique, but even more interesting is its story, which I don't think I've shared yet here. My rosary came to me as a gift during my third year of college...by way of prison, of all places. A wise crew of incredible people used to come up from NYC to help with our semi-annual cadet retreats at West Point. They would share many wise words, but inevitably the conversation would turn to their life-changing experiences running retreats for the inmates at a correctional facility in Staten Island (which has since closed). Their stories intrigued me, and I decided I should “help” the team in return on their next prison retreat. So the next spring on one of my free weekends, I packed a bag and made my way by train and ferry through the city to Staten Island, where I was to stay for the weekend at the team leader’s home. They were a wonderful older couple who welc