It was not until later that I discovered the bond between my father and Father Boland ran much deeper. A month after meeting Gene, Father Boland visited a man who was sick and dying. It was raining, and the man’s roof was leaking. Drops of water collected in cups and saucers the man had set down on the floor. Despondent, Father Boland mentioned it to Gene, who was busy directing contractors on a project near the resort. Gene huddled with his men, then sent them away. By the end of the day, the dying man’s roof was no longer leaking.
