I was at a secondary school. I still had a little time to spare before a meeting I’d arranged with some teachers. I sat down in the students’ café. A young woman from Nigeria was sitting at a table. We struck up a conversation. I told her about myself, how, eighteen-year-old, I’d been searching for my path in life, and what had helped me find clarity and set out on my way. The young woman quickly opened up to me and told me how scared she was of the moment when school would be over and she’d be holding her graduation certificate in her hands. “I haven’t the idea what I’m going to do then!” We spoke for over half an hour. That evening, I wrote to the school’s social worker, asking him to pass on my regards to the school-leaver and let her know that my prayers were with her. A short while later, the reply came. “Marie said: Your conversation yesterday saved her day. She’s very grateful for your prayers and is praying for you in return!”
