I was on my way to the railway station in order to return to Viswema, alone in a cycle rickshaw when suddenly a military truck came and hit the rickshaw I was in. I felt darkness all around me. I called “Fr Founder” louder and louder and that was all. When I got up from the road and glanced at the rickshaw I was travelling, I could see only the front wheel and driver’s seat and the rest was all smashed into just a tangle of waste iron. a big crowd that gathered instantly shouted, “Where is the dead body?” It is a miracle worked by our Fr Founder RFC Mascarenhas, that there wasn’t any.
-Sr Chrisette BS
Sacred Heart Convent, Behala, Calcutta, West Bengal.
1990-91
