Every now and again, God’s mercy touches a person in a way that cries out to be shared with others. My mother, Adeline Lapierre, had an experience like this and told about it often.
From Minor to Major. Her story began on the big farm where I grew up, on Cap-aux-Meules, one of Canada’s remote Magdalene Islands in the Gulf of St. Lawrence. She and my father, Philippe, were good, pious people who knelt down and prayed the rosary every day and worked hard to support their family of ten children. My father did some fishing and carpentry, and my mother taught school part time, but the farm was our main livelihood. We all helped out in our huge gardens and in the fields, especially at haying time.
It was during one of these outdoor family work days, when I was in my teens, that my mother’s injury took place. It seemed so minor at the time. She was working in the hay when something pricked her foot—maybe a sharp twig or piece…
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