I also resorted to physiotherapy, yoga and ayurvedic treatment.But nothing helped.
Of late, the aches had turned excruciating and I could not sit or stand or work in the office. These pains gradually led to other complications and I kept falling sick time and again.
At this crucial moment, the word "Potta" struck my mind butI hesitated to go there. Finally I proceeded to DRC on 2nd October '98. It was God's call and I was there.
I learnt to pray like the people there. I was deeply touched. I asked God for the grace to forgive. There I prayed as I never did before, and it was a wonderful experience. Incredible but true-during the healing sessions before the Blessed Sacrament, Jesus touched me and miraculously healed me of the excruciating backaches, instantly, and I thanked Jesus with tremendous joy, as I felt light and relaxed. That was not all. My name was called out the next day during the Holy Hour, as Jesus had a message for me. I was also healed of other health problems.