I woke up out of bed this morning. There were bags under my eyes but my heart raced. I was going to see the Pope. The walk to the Vatican felt like years. The line to the seating area felt like decades. Nathan and Tom ran to get seats. And they got the best seats in the house. I waited by the gate of the seating area. To get a better look at the Pope. While the boys played on their IPads. My mom, my dad and I talked to some people from the USA.
There was I toddler sitting beside me. My mom whispered
“Stand beside that boy because the Pope loves babies.”
Then the moment of truth. The guards shut the gate. And the Pope was coming. The Pope came right in front of me. I was able to reach out and touch his hand. I was shocked. For the first time in my life I was speechless. Absolutely, speechless! My hands were shaking, my jaw dropped. In a quiet whisper I said.
“He touched my hand.”
The crowd around me seemed to fall silent, but only for a few seconds. People were asking me if the Pope really did touch my hand.
The crowds stopped talking once again because the Pope began to talk in Italian. He talked about all the people from different churches that were there. Then the French Cardinal said it in French. The English Cardinal said it. There were people from all over the world to see the Pope. USA, Canada, Italy, Spain, France, Morocco, Argentina, Peru, Nigeria and much more. We said the Our Father. Then the Pope blessed all of us. And I still was speechless on the walk home.
WRITTEN BY QUINN