It had been two months since he was abducted. By chance, I put my hand into my half-empty coat pocket. I felt something metallic, maybe a little change. It was a small Medal of the Madonna, aluminum, that one of my nephews had given to me a few months ago. I hadn't even looked at it; I just stuck it in my pocket.
The medal had remained there, in that jacket, which I happened to put on that day. There, in that place where men, wealth, security, power, everything was gone - I found her. She was a simple, humble, sign of the Presence of God that never abandons us, never forgets us. It gave me faith and hope.
Little by little I reclaimed my faith, and I made a promise: "I will work for the greater good of my brothers and sisters in Christ.... if.... if.... you help me!"
And look! (She went and retrieved a frame and some photographs. In the frame was a strange looking rosary.) After my husband re-discovered her maternal presence, he thought to invoke Mary with the Rosary. Of course, he didn't have a rosary, so he made one with little pieces of the cellophane while he prayed one Hail Mary after the other.
Shortly after, he was found and rescued. Everyone was amazed at his serenity; only a week after his rescue he went back to work with great psychological balance. We know that Mary was our hidden helper. When no one was there to speak to him or to sustain him - He spoke with her.
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