I was born in 1958. My birth mother left me on the steps of a Catholic church (so the story goes). As such, I was cared for by the nuns at St. Vincent’s for almost a year (I was sickly) until I was adopted at age one. My sister was also adopted, by my mom and dad, from St. Vincent's a few years later. I remember going back to St. Vincent’s as a small child, with my family, for the annual Christmas parties. At one of those parties, I figured out Santa wasn’t “real” — but that’s another story for another time. Thank you St. Vincent's!