On 19th April 1998, Divine Mercy Sunday, I was travelling from Dombivli to Vashi in a Tata Sumo, which at that time operated like a shared taxi service between the two destinations. The driver was driving rashly, trying to complete as many trips as possible in a day to earn more money. The vehicle was packed with people—10 passengers plus the driver.

I was seated near the window in the middle section of the Tata Sumo. As we drove through the mountainous terrain, with its dips and sharp curves, the door next to me suddenly flung open, and I was thrown out of the speeding vehicle. Due to the momentum, I rolled at least 5 to 6 times on the rough ground. The area was strewn with large rocks, but somehow—miraculously—I missed hitting any of them. I firmly believe this was due to supernatural intervention. I’m no stunt performer, nor do I have any training to fall and roll safely.

After I stopped rolling, I realized another vehicle was right behind ours. Had it not braked in time, I would have been run over. This was the second time I was saved that day.

People from the vehicles stopped and rushed to check on me. They found me dazed and bleeding from a cut above my right eye. I also had a large lump on the back of my head. They asked if I could walk—and to everyone’s surprise, including my own—I could. I got back into the same vehicle and was taken to MGM Hospital, Vashi.

At the hospital, I was admitted as an accident case. The people who had travelled with me narrated the entire incident to the hospital staff. Statements were taken from at least 5–6 fellow travelers. I was admitted to the ICU and sent for a CT scan of the head. The hospital also contacted a neurosurgeon, anticipating possible brain surgery.

The scan showed a blood clot, but it was outside the skull. This explained the swelling at the back of my head, and no surgery was required. The neurosurgeon examined all my parameters and found nothing wrong with me—apart from the cut on my forehead and the splitting headache from the injury. Two stitches were put on my forehead to seal the cut. Apart from that, I had no other scratches on my arms, legs, or any part of my body, despite having rolled over such rough terrain.

I was discharged from the ICU the next day. I still remember the words of the neurosurgeon:
"There is a much greater power than me handling your life, because after going through such an accident, there’s nothing here that requires my assistance. The God you believe in will take care of you."

And rightly, as the good doctor said, I recovered from the severe headaches within about ten days, although occasional dull headaches continued for six months. The wound on my forehead healed after the stitches were removed. The scar remains—a permanent reminder of the miraculous escape I had.

My late mother was a devout follower of the Divine Mercy, a devotion she instilled in all her children. At the time of my accident, she was praying the Divine Mercy Novena in thanksgiving, as it was Divine Mercy Sunday. I attribute this miracle to the intervention of our Merciful Savior.

I can safely say that when a mother is at prayer, our Merciful Savior ensures that her children are protected.

Divine Mercy, source of miracles and wonders, I trust in You.

Remigia D'Souza