This year’s personal experience of being a person diagnosed “Covid Positive” has been one that I cannot forget and thank God for. For eight or nine months we watched the news, agonized over the spike in cases, joined the Holy Father in his Urbi et Orbi for the world – but as the months passed, I began to say to myself – “lakhs of people are infected, but half of them survive and get cured.” It is only when you yourself are among the infected people that the picture changes – you cannot be sure if you will be among those who go home cured or reach the other shore.
The grace of this time has been one of faith – and being carried by those who love and care for you – a time of knowing that your life is precious and that everything possible will be done to save it. The constant checking of my health status by the Provincial and my family left me assured that I did not have to worry. All that was needed would be taken care of. The prayer of so many people—my family, my sisters in the Society and so many others associated with me—carried me during days when I was not able to pray. It reminded me of the man who was let down through the roof for the Lord to heal. Seeing the efforts and faith of the companions, Jesus worked the miracle.
Sr Pratibha Pinto RSCJ
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