I have never been sick before, neither have I seen a sick person either, but staring at this girl who couldn’t have been more than eleven years of age, convulsing and foaming at the mouth, I witnessed sickness first hand and it scared the s**t out of me.
I was scared for her, maybe because I felt she was going to die.
Her eyes rolled to the back of head showing only the whites of her eyes. Her fingers bent at an awkward angle, and she began to scrape at the wooden pew. I doubted she even knew what she was doing. As the singing continued, the other priest who was sprinkling water on people, joined father James and began sprinkling water on the girl.
Her actions became worse, and I feared she would die for real, as she began bucking. The man and woman on either side of her (I believe t
