I got close to John Paul II in July of 1985 at a Wednesday Papal audience in Rome. As I watched the Pope nearing us, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life. John Paul coming toward me, his face was literally glowing as he stood above me, hands extended. I leaped over 5 rows of worshipers to touch the hand of the Holy Father. It was a moment I will never forget. He is my Pope. I pray that I can accept the next Pope without judging him next to John Paul the Great. Rest in Peace, good and faithful servant of Christ. You will always be in our hearts.