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It was Saturday afternoon, I and a group of young adults
were visiting a convalescent home.
As the people watching through the windows saw us arrive, smiles appeared on
their sad faces and they gave us a festive greeting. Others came to meet us
with an air of expectation.
First, we went to the chapel to communicate and witness
to these brothers and sisters who were so alone and often hopeless. Then, we divided
into two groups; I went to the men’s side.
I immediately sensed a heavy and gloomy atmosphere. Two
of the elderly men, in particular, glared at me while, with apparent
indifference, they continued to play cards. We approached them, greeted them
cordially, and tried to engage in conversation.
One of the two angrily rose to his feet and, cursing, growled at me to
get away and not leave one of those “little, insignificant things.”
The young people in our group were astonished, and
encouraged me to leave him alone – because at that point he could start a
fight. Instead, I felt very calm and strong. I approached him anew and offered
the Miraculous Medal, telling him not to be afraid. He sneered at me, grabbed
the Medal, and threw it on the floor. I calmly picked it up and sat next to
them. The old man still grumbled, but in the end he said, “Very well, that
thing has won… leave it for me then, but only in friendship.”
The next day I received a phone call: “Mr. X died - with the Medal in his hand. He asked us
to let you know and to thank you!”
Thank you Mary! You are forever fabulous and unpredictable.
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