He lost his leg in an accident. His own fault, drugs! He accepts his lot (He didn’t for a long time) but life is tough. I offered them both my prayer. They happily accepted. She said; ‘This is meant to be’. He told us that one time he was a committed atheist but not anymore.
Bus arrived, we got on. He sat up front talking a lot (to anyone and everyone) and loudly, all the way. Something really nice about him, full of drama and perhaps deep trauma. God only knows!
Time to get off the off bus and as I walked by him (he waited until last); I said; ‘ Goodby now, Name, I hope it all works out for you’. I will never forget what happened next. He looked at me like he had never really heard his name being spoken before, like he was being seen for the very first time in his short life. His face completely transformed, softer, he uttered; ‘You are such a sweet person. I have your prayer. Thank you’.
Stepping down from the bus I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had witnessed something unforgettably miraculous. Jesus and that young troubled man came face to face right before my very eyes on a Bus Eireann bus in the middle of the afternoon.
‘In the heart of everyone there is a hunger for God’. (Mother Angelica)
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