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| Alberto in Medugorje |
It
was a time of great transformation for both of us. Aside from my unexpected
illness, I felt compelled to return to Lebanon to visit a dying family member. I
had no way of reaching Alberto to let him know of my decision, and prayed that
he would wait for me in Medugorje, Bosnia and Herzegovina, where we had planned
to meet.
He had called me once, upon his arrival there, but the phone number he
gave me always went unanswered.
Needing to follow my own signs, I allowed a magical
web of synchronicities to lead me to Lebanon, and then later, to bring me back
to my walk.
Every day, I desperately called that phone number; finally, on the
eve of my arrival in Medugorje, a woman answered. Alberto was still there.
Our
reunion was joyous, and filled with our many tales of adventure. I spoke of the
many human angels who had helped me, while he shared the many experiences that
could only be described as miraculous and magical.
This photo was taken in the
main plaza of Medugorje, just as I was about to see him for the first time
since our forty-day separation.
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