As a pre-teen, I started attending a convent for my high school education. I had very little knowledge of boys and even had less to do with them. To my utter dismay however, I had to pass through a busy shopping area to go for lunch by my grandmother every day.
I held my head high as I passed dozens of boys who lined the railings along the pavements. They would hiss at me and tell me all sorts of flattering words but I simply ignored them. One day as I was walking, I missed a drop along the pavement and landed on one knee. I didnít know what to do! I had to think quick! The boys were watching!
I suddenly closed my eyes tightly, made the sign of the cross, got up and continued walking. My heart was pounding! I dared not look around! I could feel the tension! The boys were silent! And they never troubled me again.