No Lourdes grotto this, or Fatima hillside, but the prosaic surroundings of Vancouver airport. At approximately 5 am Pacific Standard Time today, Monday 7th November, 2016, a sleep-deprived Robyn Blumner and I were waiting resignedly in a long line to pass through passport control. A middle-aged man with neatly coiffed white hair and glasses was hopping on one leg at the back of the line. Deeply moved by the pathos of his plight we, and everybody else in the line, gave way to him and he hopped painfully to the front. Some half an hour later we saw the same man walking normally on two legs, without any trace of his previous disablement. A blessed miracle!
With hindsight we might have guessed that he was destined for sainthood. It was attested by the heroic way he bore his suffering without crutches, wheelchair, or even a cane. And, again with hindsight, I rather fancy the mysterious sound I faintly heard as he passed me must have been the fluttering wings of the Holy Spirit.
I wanted to photograph him in order that his image should be preserved for posterity in the annals of the beatified. For some reason Robyn wouldn’t let me, saying something about lawsuits. To be sure, he might have been in a good position to hire a good lawyer, for we later saw him in First Class, as befitted his distinguished, expensively-dressed appearance. indeed, he could well have been a lawyer himself. I thought it unlikely that such a saintly man would sue, but Robyn tellingly countered that with God in his corner we couldn’t take chances.
I shall be transmitting this eye-witness testimony to the Vatican and to WhyWontGodHealAmputees.com.