My beloved, I beg for prayer for Zbyszek
Beloved Brothers and Sisters, thank you, and I beg for prayer that Zbyszek, my dear brother, would come back home. Mom hardly speaks, she is afraid and cries; she has had a broken thigh and spine and a stroke. I have asthma and I may suffocate from fear. Save us, my beloved, so that Zbyszek's anger and wrath would pass and he would come back home today. I am afraid, I cannot eat and I am terrified. I love you all. Sławek and Maria. God bless you, and Most Holy Mother