When I saw that I was beyond all human help, and incapable of doing anything to save myself, I began to think of help from heaven. Memories of my childhood–of my mother, whom I only knew from her kisses–flooded back into my mind. I resorted to prayer, with whatever right I had to be heard by God, whom I had waited so long to address, and I fervently implored him. This return to trusting in divine providence calmed me down a little, and I could concentrate on my situation with the full power of my intelligence.
