One morning, a woman dressed in black and weeping bitterly came to our monastery ‘Why did my parish priest send you here? What can you do for me?’ She was crying the whole time. A nun asked her what the matter was and how she could help. The woman started shaking uncontrollably and said: ‘Come on, don’t you read the newspapers, don’t you watch television? Haven’t you heard about the shipwreck? My boy’s been lost, my precious son’. Because of the state she was in, nobody could get any sense out of her, so I went to the driver who had brought her and asked what had happened exactly. He explained that the lady had a son who was a sailor and the ...




















