Imagin the word around you: it's full of colors, music, beautiful things to live.
What would you think if in a moment you would loose your eyes?
What would you feel without ears?
What would you make without arms and legs?
And who would stay with you if you wouldn't speack?
Can you really imagin to stay in a condition so terrible? And why you should imagin that?!

If a big truck would have knocked you down while you were riding quite in bicycle in a beautiful countryside street... If you should have spent afterwoods almost three mounths at the hospital... If for an impact so violent, your ribs would have been crumbled in 7000 small pieces and your lung would have been like a baby cereal...

If you would have lived something like this, you would have think it about as I did.

Dear traveller, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Francesca Romana (a programmatic name!) and I'm a very lucky girl. Some days before this bad accident, I've been in Lourdes (in France) with my parents.
Nevertheless after the pilgrimage I was plenty of dubts. I've seen a lot of peple suffering, while the majority of people feel good and enjoy the life. Nobody of those and the others neither were somehow guilty, but this big difference troubles me. I felt that so much inique. Furthermore I was waiting for feeling something of supernatural or for seeing a miracle, but nothing happened! And I was thinking how many of those sick people would have come back home disappointed. So I asked God to give me a sign, because I was really in despondency. When I came back home, I immediately left Rome to go to the Amamlfitan Coast with a friend of mine who I have promitted that we would have spent togeheter the last summer days. Notwithstanding the company was very pleasant (look at the photos that are hear up), I was dieing inside, because I've been in love for a long time for a guy who was living in another city. Thus, when we came back, I asked my friends to drop me in that city, hoping that me and him could improve our relationship. My friends continued along their trip and I remained there riding around the bycicle in the Ferrara's countryside, with the wind on my hair and on my soul...
And suddendly a truck almost killed me.
During the months I spent at the hospital, in a cohercitive spiritual retire, far away from my life, my job, my friends, finally God appeared to me, through not one but many signs. And how many times, when I was blocked in that bed, I felt a shame to have had doubts!
But really it's better lost half lung.
It's better to spend neverending nights in pain,
because now I have any dubts about God and about that He is for ever with us
(but we don't see Him because we have the eyes and we don't hear Him because we have the ears).