They could have been the last moments of my life

I live in Rio de Janeiro: one of most beautiful cities in the world. For some time now I have been living the Word of Life and taking it to various people with Chiara’s commentaries.

One evening, I left work later that usual, yet I didn’t want to go home without consigning the last copy of the Word to a family I visit every month. So I called my mother to let her know I would be late. But in order not to be too late, I took a taxi. In the rearview mirror I saw the face of the driver who said, “You got in the wrong car, this is a stolen taxi and now you’re coming with me.” I shuddered: “A kidnapper, where will he take me?” The taxi left the city.

We pulled up in front of a Motel, a house of prostitution. He made me get down and pushed me into a room. He remained in the hall and I sat on the bed and thought “what will happen to me?” It could have been the moment of my life …

Then I remembered I still had the Word of Life and so I began reading it slowly. That person came in and shut the door. Sitting down beside me, with his arm over my shoulder he asked, “What are you dooing?” I told him it was a commentary on a phrase spoken by Jesus’ in the Gospel which I tried to put into practice. “Read it to me out loud!”, he said aggressively. I think I lived that moment in solemnity, reading each word with love. I hadn’t finished reading when he wripped the page out of my hand and said, “Go on go, get out, you’re too good!”. The Word saved my life.

M.A.C. – Rio de Janeiro

(From “I Fioretti di Chiara e dei Focolari” – San Paolo Editrice)