Sr. Clare was my teacher during my last year of high school at Holy Family Educational Center, the school in Ecuador directed by the sisters since 2006. I studied there from the age of three or four until my graduation on February 27, 2016.
But Sr. Clare wasn’t just my teacher or a friend I could count on. She wasn’t even just “one of the sisters…” She was like a mother to me, really. She knew everything about me: my huge problems, my vices, defects, when I fell and when I got back up—everything. I dare to say that she knew more about me than my own mom.
Sr. Clare touched my heart. I felt that she really loved me. And not just because she told me, but because she showed it by every word, gesture, look, correction, note, tear, message and many other things. I also have to admit that I felt very loved by God through her.
I remember that I once asked Sr. Clare why she stayed by my side and helped me in spite of my constant foolishness, the fact that I didn’t do what she told me—or did the opposite of what she told me—and made the same mistakes over and over again, etc. I asked her why she didn’t just forget about me and save herself from the sufferings I caused her. She looked at me straight in the eyes and answered serenely and full of tenderness: “Because love is patient and doesn’t seek evil.” When I heard that I was speechless. I made a huge effort to say, “Thank you!” In that moment I felt within me that she had thrown down a stone wall that I had built in my heart, which didn’t allow me to see beyond my selfishness, misery, sin, rebelliousness and hardness of heart.
Sr. Clare did me so much good! I owe her a lot.