The Best Thing You Can Do With Your Life

When my brother joins the Legionaries of Christ after finishing school, he disappears from our lives. We can only visit him once a year. His superiors are even allowed to read the letters we send him. I hate them. When we were kids, we went to the summer-camps of the order. It was the best week of the year. But the Legionaries were strange, almost like a sect. Why did my brother chose them to be his new family? Eight years pass by, before I visit him in his monastery in Connecticut. And suddenly, I am there, surrounded by 80 men in strange clothing. I see how they live — how they pray, eat, pray, go to class, pray. And I get my brother back — finally.