It is not my imagination.

Greetings friends of this community of readers, read.cash. There is magic in everything around us and in my life there was and is. I am going to tell you part of a magical story.

When I was in college I had to work on my vacations as much as I could in order to make ends meet. I had a small allowance from the university, but it was not enough to pay for my room, board and student living expenses. I kept up my studies all through my studies for 8 long years without knowing what it was like to enjoy a small vacation, until I managed it and graduated.

Always in college there are subjects that are not easy to pass. There was one subject that was very hard to pass and it was very hard for all the students. I have never been a pessimist despite all my bad situations I always think in favor.

The subject in question, no matter how hard I studied it, I could not pass it in the exams and it was in the final or almost final part of my career. If I failed this subject, I would not know what to do since I would have to go on an internship in the next few weeks.

I studied as hard as I could and nothing, in the end my grade was 8 out of 20 points and I didn't make it. My life crumbled into thoughts that were not encouraging but harbored a small hope that something would happen.

I just cried and cried, because nothing was happening. It was when they said in the chair that there would be a special exam because of the large number of students who failed the exam. I was happy because I would have a new hope.

My classmates supported me by encouraging me, telling me that we would see each other at the internship. The lady who put me up told me to keep studying and told me the story of her daughter when she had failed a subject and how she made it in the end.

I listened to her and listened to her. She told me to pray to St. Benedict, to ask him a lot, I was from a family tradition of Catholic religion, now I am by conviction.

I asked God a lot for his will to be done, but I wanted to go to my practices. Besides, the place I chose for my internship was only 3 hours away, while the place where I was finishing my studies was more than 1000 kms away by road, 24 hours by road, taking one or the other type of transportation.

Other colleagues told me that it was impossible to pass this subject because no one could do it, they only put this requirement as a form of consolation for the students, but no one ever passed in these special exams.

So I dedicated myself body and soul to study and review more and more in the little time I had to study. I hardly ate, it was vital that I gave it my all. I prayed so much that when it was my turn to rest, I dedicated myself to cry and ask God and St. Benedict to intercede for me if it was his holy will.

The day came to take the exam. It was such a difficult exam, that I answered only what I really knew, no inventions, because by putting a random answer I could subtract a point from those that were right by the simple fact of being wrong there.

Out of 20 questions I only answered 10. I couldn't take it anymore, for a moment I panicked and thought about answering randomly because I thought I was lost with only 10 answers. I calmed down and decided to go back and erased everything I had randomly done and turned in my exam with only 10 answers.

Hoping that I really hadn't made a mistake, but it was a difficult task. Of course, I would have a bad question or two, it was inevitable.

I spent the time crying over my misfortune and lost hope and optimism. My classmates asked me how I was doing and I told them I wouldn't be able to meet with them because I had to go back to studying the subject while doing the internship right there. Things would get worse. My finances were very bad and I would no longer be able to work until I graduated. I would no longer have a vacation for about 18 months.

The next day my classmates came to my house and said:

"You passed, you passed! You're the only one who passed the exam with the right points."

I couldn't believe it, so I got dressed as fast as I could and in 2 minutes I was running to the university to see the grade with my own eyes....

And there... there was my beautiful 10!

God, what a joy, now I cried with joy and gave thanks, many thanks to God for hearing my prayers and of course to St. Benedict the patron saint of those who lose hope because of God's mercy.

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