From B.C. High I went to the Pacific Coast to the Alameda Diocese high school. It had been offered to the Jesuits because the Brothers who had been teaching there had left. When the Jesuits of the California Province examined it, they decided against accepting it. I learned about this development, however, only after I arrived. So I signed up as an individual for only a year, and it turned out that I really loved the place, if not the school itself... Later, in Fargo, I went to the bishop and said, "I waited too long to recapture a teaching position I had at B. C. High." The bishop of Fargo offered me a job, and I said yes. He said, "How about a chaplaincy at Fargo hospital?" So I took the job, and worked there for five years.

When our friend was hit on the head by a falling tree, we had to carry him, and walk on a narrow trail; squeezing him on the stretcher of branches we had built to protect him. Every five minutes we would have to put him down to rest. After four and a half hours through the woods at night, we finally arrived at the villa. The next morning he was taken to the hospital in Montreal, where he was kept for three or four weeks. His cut on the head was serious, but in time he recovered fully.