April 2nd, 1968...
Just past 8:30 p.m.
A typical Tuesday evening for Farouk Mohamed Atwa.
The 31-year-old Muslim mechanic had just finished his shift. He had severe gangrene on an injured finger – the amputation was scheduled for the next day.
On his way out of the garage, Farouk glanced up at the cathedral across the street. He couldn’t believe what he saw. A woman in white standing at the highest point of the church’s dome.
He called out to her, begging her not to jump.
All the commotion drew a crowd.
Then, as bystanders watched, the woman was bathed in a bright light. She rose in the air, hovering above the cathedral roof and blessing the people below.
Doves appeared out of nowhere.
And then, just like that, she disappeared.
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The next morning, Farouk arrived at the hospital.
The doctors sent him home.
When they pulled back the bandage on his finger...
they found it had completely and mysteriously healed.
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