I would like to share with you an incredible event that happened to me on February 24th.
My daughter, divorced since last December, lives in Pas-de-Calais and lives alone with her two children. Courageously, she is finalizing her final dissertation in osteopathy.
She is anxious and stressed. The deadline for submitting her dissertation is fast approaching. There are still a few changes to be made.
To help her and especially to support her, I offer to come up to be with her, I live in the southwest of France. It is during the school holidays and I could not get train tickets. This is the reason why I decide to take my vehicle, loaded with my computer.
I had just had my car serviced, the tires checked, the tank filled up, and here I was alone on the highway early in the morning, heading north.
There are 1100 km. Kilometers don't scare me.
I had with me my little statue of the Holy Virgin as well as my rosary.
During the journey I made several regular stops and around 810 km, on an almost deserted motorway, car stuck at 130 km/h, my GPS indicates LISIEUX very close.
I immediately think of Saint Therese, I turn off the radio and I start praying to her.
In a thousandth of a second, without feeling the slightest bit tired, I was woken up by a loud noise, surprised to find myself right on the left lane right against the concrete dividing wall.
What happened to me? I quickly realized that I had completely fallen asleep.
Immediately I really had the feeling that a saving hand was holding my steering wheel so that it turned to the right, very gently, and this to free me from the concrete wall.
Even now, I close my eyes and relive that miraculous moment.
There was no car in front, one really far behind that I could see from my inside mirror, it certainly didn't see my gap.
Seeing that I could continue driving without any noise and without my vehicle stopping, I continued on my way without thinking until the next rest area in shock at what had happened to me.
I got off the highway, got out of my car and noticed that both of my left rims were all scuffed from rubbing on the concrete, but the tires were not damaged. To my surprise, there was no impact on the body of the car.
A MIRACLE.
I immediately thanked Saint Therese of Lisieux for protecting me and saving me.
I called my husband who was at home and my daughter who was waiting for me and her children.
I had to continue on the road. I still had 300 km to go.
I came to my senses and left again. I asked Saint Therese to watch over me again because I absolutely had to leave again.
My grandson Martin celebrated his tenth birthday on February 25th. I couldn't miss that.

For my daughter, she successfully obtained her osteopathic diploma.
One more grace obtained among others that I had asked for from little Thérèse.
I can never thank her enough.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.

Marie-Christine L