Sr. Rosita Mazon

My Life Is In Your Hands

Sr. Rosita Mazon

I heard somebody open the door slowly. A man with a lighted flashlight was walking towards my bed. I got scared, but had a courage to say gently, ‘who are you? What are you looking for? What do you want?’ there was no response from the man, so I got all the more scared. Then I composed myself and prayed to God for help. When the man was about to grab me I gave him a very forceful kick, which knocked him down. I’m sure he was hurt. He then pulled me from the bed and started hitting me with his strong fist. My face and neck swelled up like a balloon. He punch my mouth and a number of my teeth fell out. Later I discovered that he had fractured my left jaw. He then stabbed me with a knife and wounded me at the side of my face and slightly at the back. I cried and shouted out for help and it was only then the intruder left me, soaked in blood and struggling in pain.