I am Mrs. Rosario, a 75-year-old woman who has spent her entire life in the service of God. First, I lost my husband, but even in my loneliness, I found comfort in prayer and in serving at our parish — lighting candles, cleaning the altar, and praying for anyone who came to me in pain. My body has grown weak with age, yet my faith has always been my strength.
But today, I am the one who finds herself broken — praying for a miracle for my son, Maria Rosario.
He was my pride and my strength. After his father’s death, he took on every responsibility without complaint. Working day and night as a freelance animator, he tried to give me a peaceful old age.
Every evening, he would come to my room, smile, and say, “Amma, don’t worry. God has plans for us.” But now those words echo painfully in my heart — because my son lies helpless on a bed, unable to walk, talk, or even eat properly.
‘That Night, My Faith Was Tested Like Never Before’ It was late in the evening when the call came.
My son had fallen from the third-floor balcony while working late on his project. The doctors said he had fractures in his spine, face, pelvis, and legs. For days, he was on a ventilator — between life and death.
As I sat outside the ICU, I prayed without ceasing: “Lord, You gave him to me. Please don’t take him away. If this is Your test, give me the strength to endure it.” Every beep of the monitor, every breath he took, felt like an answer from God — that my son still had a purpose to live.
‘He Was My Support — Now I Am His Caregiver’ Before the accident, my son took care of everything.
I am too old now to walk long distances or lift heavy things. But I do what I can — feeding him soup, giving his medicines, and wiping his face when pain overwhelms him.
There are moments when he tries to speak, but his jaw won’t let him. I hold his hand and whisper, “The Lord is your healer. One day, you’ll stand and speak again.” It breaks me to see my once-strong son like this. But faith, I have learned, is not only about miracles — it’s about patience until the miracle arrives.
‘We Have Spent Everything — Now We Rely on God and His People’ We have already spent over ₹6 lakhs on surgeries, hospital care, and medicines. There is no insurance, no steady income. My son cannot work, and our savings are gone.
I believe that God answers prayers through people — through hearts moved by compassion. That is why I share my story today, not out of despair, but out of faith.
‘Please Be the Miracle My Son Needs’ My son still has dreams — to recover, to work again, to make me proud. I know that with your help and God’s grace, this can happen.
Please, help us continue this fight. Your contribution, no matter how small, can bring him closer to recovery and give him the life God intended for him.
Every time I pray beside his bed, I whisper, “Lord, send your angels.” Maybe today, you are that angel.
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