My rememberance of my journey to Denver for the World Youth Conference in 1993. It was the second trip I would make to be a witness to this man of faith. I had the priviledge of traveling to Rome in 1984 for the first World Youth Conference at the Vatican.
Quite frankly, those were two experiences that took my breath away and certainly wonderful memories during this special time in History. My emotions have run the gamut as I've been glued to the TV these past few days and plan on staying up to watch the funeral on Friday.
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