You know how when you're on the phone and you speak to someone unknown for the very first time, well, slowly you build up a picture of that person, you imagine what they must look like, their size, age and features. The more you talk to them and the more you connect with them, the more you feel you’d recognise them if you were to meet them. Then one day, after many, many conversations you are lucky enough to actually meet that person and guess what, they’re nothing like how you imagined them at all! Well, that’s how it was when I first met up with the sisters of Le Grand Sein.
After my familys tragic accident, I was taken to the local hospital in Beauvais. My diagnosis was not good but thankfully for gods mercy and that huge haystack, I was at least still alive. I did however have more than a few of my own concerns. During my fall I had broken both my arms and wrists, had torn my testes on a large nail (to the extent that I still can’t look at a nail without feeling pain) and worst of all, I had lost my sight. It certainly didn’t help that I never took French at school and couldn’t therefore understand a word that anyone was saying.
Fortunately, I had an allie at the hospital in the form of Sister Grace. She came in each day from the local convent to see the sick and offer comfort and re-assurance. Luckily, she could speak English and was therefore able to communicate to me what was going on (although her translation of the anatomy wasn’t that great because for the next couple of months I was led to believe that I had lost my whole wedding tackle in the fall, believe me, finding out I hadn’t was like having all my birthdays at once!)
So, to cut a long story short, the doctors couldn’t answer why I had been blinded but were confident it would only be temporary and everything else would heal in time, so with no known living relatives, all I had to do was to find someone to take me. Enter my Guardian Angels, the Sisters of Le Grand Sein.
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