For sixty miles and four days, those were the words I heard every summer being screamed all the way on the journey from Great Meadows, New Jersey to Doylestown, Pennsylvania. For those who do not speak Polish, “prawa, lewa wolna” means “right, left free”. Every summer, knowing that the second Thursday of August is approaching, I get more eager to open up and check my tent, get plastic storage boxes and perhaps even purchase a new pair of sneakers that will be worn out in four days. Then, I begin my checklist to make sure I do not forget a single thing. Clothes? Check. Sneakers? Check. Tent? Check. Bible and rosary beads? Check. The night before Thursday, I am in bed by 20:00 to get enough sleep for the walking pilgrimage …show more content…
Ever since I was an infant, being close with the Roman Catholic faith was a prominent thing in my family. We would go to church together on Sunday mornings. Christmases were different due to my Polish background. Christmas Eve consisted of sitting at the dinner table with twelve dishes and an extra plate. Hay was always put under the table cloth and before my family would “dig in”, we would break an opłatek or Christmas wafer amongst each other. My faith is not just a box I mark on forms; it is a piece of me that I am proud to …show more content…
The priests and nuns take turns voicing their stories about the people they met along their life journey and the things they have seen. My friends consist of the people I met on this pilgrimage even though they are from Connecticut, New Jersey and Pennsylvania. We all come together to reach a goal. Usually, the goal is to get closer to our faith but it may differ. The sound of everyone clapping, playing guitars, singing and laughing fills the air even after countless hours of walking in either the blistering, hot sun or the cold rain. I dedicate myself to reach that sole feeling of accomplishment once I reach Our Lady of Czestochowa on that Sunday