A long day lay behind me. I heard loud music all around my flat. People were joyfully welcoming the month of May. At that moment, I remembered an elderly woman who had fallen in her flat and was now in hospital. She was waiting for a place in the geriatric centre. She had come to Mass every Sunday and had always let me know how much she enjoyed listening to my sermons. I had the impulse: 'Get on your bike - even if it's already late - and spend another half hour with her. Thought done. I had bought her a few chocolate Mozartkugeln just before the shop closed. When I arrived at her place, she beamed at me from the bottom of her heart and told me: ‘You can't even imagine what this means to me!’ Then we shared half an hour, laughing, praying and rekindling hope. As I drove back I felt a great joy in my heart.
