Some years ago I attended a youth camp somewhere in the Grain Alps. One evening, as we were enjoying an after-dinner movie, there was a blackout. Everybody was rushing to find candles. The director of the camp approached me and whispered, "Go on stage and tell a story." I did some quick thinking: "I'll tell something about Dominic Savio. I can stretch it if power doesn't come back, or shorten it if it does." I began with Dominic knocking at Don Bosco's door, leading him along the dark alleys of Turin in the dead of night. Don Bosco arrived just in time to save the soul of a poor priest who had become a Protestant pastor for money, and who, sensing earth, was imploring for a priest to hear his confession. Astonished by the total silence, I went on for about half an hour. Power returned. I concluded: "I have told you half of Dominic's life. I will tell you the other half if there is another black out." The movie re-started.