98 While at Mass in Cairns on Sunday afternoon, both collections were placed alongside the altar. Just a few minutes before Mass ended, a tall young man, who was very fast, appeared at the door near the altar. I have never seen anyone run so fast. He jumped the high rail and grabbed both bags. The congregation of about four hundred people could not believe their eyes, including the Priest and the man who acted as Altar Boy, as the fellow disappeared in a few seconds. While Chairman of the Parish Council at St Gregory’s, Doncaster, I suggested to the members that, when there was no Altar Boy available, a member of the Parish Council should do the job. They all agreed, but not one did, so I had to serve as Altar Boy. I trembled every time the Priest came to say Mass without an Altar Boy but, after a while, I managed to be calm and happy to serve. When one of my friends died, the family asked me to be a Special Minister (to distribute Communion). When I introduced myself to the Priest, he said that he did not need me, because two Priests would come to do that. I then offered to help by serving as an Altar Boy, and he accepted my offer. After Communion, he dropped the lid of the Ciborium on the Marble Floor. As I bent down to pick it up, I fell flat on the floor, hitting my head but, since I have a thick skin, it did not hurt. I stood up again and saw the lid under the Altar. Again, I bent down and, as I stood up, I hit my head again under the Altar. My friend in the Coffin must have had a good laugh. It was one minute of trauma for me! I could not believe that the Priest saw all my problems which could have been serious, but he did not even ask me if I was alright. He will be remembered by me as the one and only unfriendly Priest I have met in my life. On a regular basis, my wife Helen and I take an elderly Priest out for a drive, and we have lunch or afternoon tea. One day, we asked two Priests if they would like to see anything that they had not seen before, and both said “the Zoo”. At that time, I was recuperating from the Stroke, so we went to Melbourne Zoo, hoping that there would be good wheelchairs available. However, we discovered that they were ancient ones, so my wife and I had difficulty in pushing them.