There were many moments, most of them happened in my early childhood, but I remember them as clearly as if they happened yesterday. I have shared about a lot of them, but one happened around the time when my parents were having a lot of difficulties.
The building we lived in had three floors, and our place was on the third floor. I was coming home from running an errand and had climbed the first two flights. I was about to start the next flight when something made me turn. There on the landing was a lady in what looked like old fashioned robes. I think I saw prayer beads, worn on a sort of sash around her waist. She had her head bowed, as if in prayer. Somehow I felt that I had been meant to see her. She looked like one of the pictures in my mother's book of saints. The image was slightly faded, but very clear.