Some three months before Neil Armstrong stepped off the ladder of the lunar module and left his footprints upon the surface of the moon in July, 1969, and uttered those immortal words about it being but “one small step for man” and yet “a giant leap for mankind,” a young, brown-haired, freckle-faced boy in the northwest Bronx had not a few momentous steps of his own to make: With hands clasped in front of him, he slowly, quietly, shyly and solemnly made his way up the aisle of St. Nicholas of Tolentine—his parish church—to kneel at the altar rail.