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Mom Tee and I
 
 
Frank Cotolo
June 12, 2014
 
Mother Theresa once said to me, "Frank, I know you want to help but really, you are in my way."
 
I didn't take it so personally because Mom Tee, as I called her, worked far too quickly for me and when push came to shove no one could help her. She was a one-woman powerhouse of assistance and a lot stronger than most would believe. She was frail in her old age, sure, but she had reserve strength that could only be called divine.
 
Once my Jeep was stuck in the mud and no matter how I swerved and shook the car stepping on the gas the wheels just spun in place. Mom Tee got out of the Jeep and slop-stepped to the back of it, bent over and placed her hands under the running board. She told me to gun the gas pedal. It didn't take but one stomp on it for the Jeep to be set free from the deep muck. You should have seen Mom Tee; she was covered in goop. But her wide eyes shone through the dark mud mask and we laughed heartily.
 
That was another thing about Mom Tee - she had a great sense of humor. She kept it to those close to her, though, because she said, "I gotta keep this serious saint stuff going."
 
Another thing people don't talk about concerning Mom Tee is the fact that when she began her campaign of charity and caring - she was 18 when she joined the Sisters of Loreto in the late 1920s - she rapidly became the top girl missionary and became so popular that the anti-missionary forces of Rathfarnham, Ireland, made a bold move to discourage her.
 
She told me, "My name was spelled with an 'h', like most Theresas, but some fascists kidnapped the 'h' and held it for ransom. They demanded the Sisters of Loreto throw me out of the order."
 
The demand was more detailed, as I learned more about the story. The fascists insisted that the Sisters of Loreto cast Teresa adrift with only a bowl of fruit and a flask of drinking water. Then, they said, they would return the 'h' in her name.
 
But Mom Tee would not negotiate with terrorists, nor would she hunt them down and cut their bowels out. Instead, she sent them a note that read: "Take the 'h' and give it to a poor person that needs another letter in their name or a middle initial."
 
She was never terrorized again.
 
I have so many stories to share with you about Mom Tee but my space for this column has run out. I promise I will tell you more tales of this great lady who was a living saint and a lot different than all of her biographers described.
 
Frank Cotolo can be found hosting the talk and interview programme Cotolo Chronicles. You can send him an e-mail at this address: frank@148.ca.

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