Letter from Honduras
I receive your magazine and read it always with joy. Now and then I recognize a face or two of yours from Rome, from Faith and Light. It brings back the beautiful experiences I had during my time with you. That year in Rome was a grace for me and a meeting with so many friends from Faith and Light. Later I attended the gathering in Quebec where I met many new friends from all over the world—ten days of happiness, of simplicity.
Perhaps in September I'll make a trip to Italy: we are twinned with a parish in Sardinia, in Villacidro, and I go there whenever I'm in Europe to encourage them in their work and see dear friends again.
Faith and Light is doing well in Honduras and growing little by little. They've sent me to another parish in the same valley, and I've been here a month. There's a group of "cursillistas"—young people interested in Faith and Light. I've given them information about our spirituality and how we work. I hope that in a month or two we'll be able to start a Faith and Light group here in the parish. I carry Faith and Light in my heart, thanks to all of you.
My parish covers half the city—or urban area—plus a rural zone I visit as always by bicycle. The main road is paved and I travel it gladly. But there is the struggle against religious indifference and materialism.
May God bless you with creativity in the magazine and inspiration in your articles!
Roberto Grimaldi
S.O.S. in the Night
I'm Nicoletta, Mario Dominici's mother. I want to tell you what happened on the evening of February 14th. Mario came back from the Center at 3:30 p.m. He was very agitated and drinking a lot of water. When the cooperative worker arrived, Mario kept drinking and remained agitated. He tried to attack the worker. The worker didn't let him, and Mario grew angrier. This went on for four hours. At 8 p.m., the worker left. Mario and I were alone, and he calmed down a little. We had dinner, then he asked to go to bed. I was there in the house with him—it was 8:30 p.m.—when he let out a scream, his hands and feet twisting in a frightening way. Then he coughed, vomited, and there was blood. I was terrified, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't even remember my daughter Donatella's phone number, anyone's number—nothing. So I ran outside and rang the buzzers for all the neighbors, and thank God, they all came. They thought to call the ambulance. Then Dr. Enza Curti arrived and examined him and calmed me a little. She told me the blood was from him biting his tongue. When we got to Gemelli Hospital, Mario had another, stronger seizure. Donatella was there with Riccardo. I can tell you I was so frightened that I still haven't recovered. I'm doing everything I can.
Nicoletta and Mario