Italy, July 16th, 1958.

The town (whatever you’d like to name it lol) was decently sized, coming with a large church on the main street along with local stores and restaurants.

In that church, there lived many men who had sworn their life to celibacy, abstinence, and opened themselves to God’s grace. They would often pray, or work within the church and community.

Brother Vincenze was one of the devoted servers of God and the Church. He was eye-catching for many reasons. One was that he was kindhearted, two was because of his smile filled with childlike joy. He truly was beautiful.

There were frequent small events thrown by shopkeepers or simple civilians, which would include music and dancing. It was a friendly place, which made moving into the town ever more attractive.

On a day where one of these events was happening, Brother Vincenze stood on the church steps, observing, when someone caught his eye.

It stirred up remnants of desires within him, which he acknowledged. With a heavy heart, Vincenze walked back inside the church to seek spiritual guidance within God.