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W chwili, gdy wsiadałam do autobusu, uświadomiłam sobie, że do twarzy mam przyklejony ciągły uśmiech, radość, jakiej nie mogłam wyjaśnić. Nie wiedziałam, dlaczego jadę do Medjugorja. W autobusie byłam otoczona przez bardzo pobożnych katolików, wielu z nich jechało tam na dłużej.
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"I was baffled by what was happening to me, but for some strange reason, I didn’t question it. In May 2003, I signed up for a week-long pilgrimage. The moment I boarded the bus, I realized I had a permanent grin pinned on my face, a joy I could not explain. I didn’t know why I was going to Medjugorje. In the bus, I was surrounded by very devout Catholics, many of them long term returnees to the place. But instead of feeling alienated, I felt accepted. Nobody rejected me because of my questions, my doubts or my obvious lack of faith. Everybody I met on the trip seemed to have been put there to help me in my quest.
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