Once I read a book in which a New York woman, a Catholic, was asked about the impact of her faith, what it meant to her, to her life. She thought for a minute and then shrugged, and said, "If I didn’t have the Eucharist I’d just … die." I read this about 25 years ago. A number of thoughts pierced me at once: 1. I totally get that, I understand that completely. 2. You’re being told something important. 3. Why don’t I feel that way? 4. I want to feel that way, have that sense of reality. 5. Someday I’ll feel that way. It is funny the things you remember, the things that pierce your brain and don’t leave. You were just reading a book and a sentence from it enters your mind for the rest of your life. Now it’s years later and I feel as the New York Catholic woman did.