We’re all stories, when all is said and done. The past becomes our mythology with hidden metaphors tucked in the crevasses of our life. The metaphors become our poetry and in time, poetry becomes legend. Legendary truth, however, is different than historical truth. Legends change us, as they are the historical notes of those who left a treasure.
Last week I sat on the hill at Flintridge Sacred Heart High School contemplating the age-old legend of three Dominican Sisters who, in 1931, walked humbly up the slope to take possession of their new school. They carried a statue of the Blessed Mother and a $5 bill. I can see the sisters struggling as they carry the statue upward in the August heat. I see them carrying something else: a vision to build a school. Eighty-two years later, Flintridge Sacred Heart rests peacefully on the hill educating young women under the banner of “VERITAS,” truth.