My Miraculous Medal protected me

In the month of June 2017, in the region of Vosges (France), I was sitting by the edge of the pine forest that borders my road, when a huge logging truck and its trailer came by, stopping nearby. At the bottom of the embankment and on the top, crowded together, lay enormous trunks of fir trees recently cut down. They were about 100 feet in length. I stayed and enjoyed watching them being loaded onto the truck by the enormous claw which, from the top of the truck, picked them up and arranged them neatly.

The logger, seated between cabin and vehicle, just pressed the keys of a control board in front of him, controlling the maneuvers without fatigue or risks. I sat watching for a long time, admiring this technical prowess!

I then decided to leave. The loading was still going on. I planned on carefully passing between the side of the road and the truck, which seemed safe. Just as I got up, a voice in me said, "Wait a bit!” I listened to it... and just at the moment when I should have been between the road and the truck, as it grabbed several logs at once, the metallic hand dropped an enormous one, which crashed down exactly where I would have been! This log would definitively have killed me! The Miraculous Medal of the Chapel of the Rue du Bac in Paris that I wear around my neck protected me! "Thank you Mother Mary!"

Personal testimony of Danièle M.

(June 2017, Vosges, France)

Source: Chrétiens Magazine