Crash Course in Divine Mercy Graces

By Katie Pfeffer 

I was driving home from visiting our son, Rick, on Saturday, Sept. 17, 2011. (Rick’s birthday happens to be Oct. 5, St. Faustina’s feast day). The plan was, when I returned on Saturday, our youngest daughter, Maggie, would go to visit Rick herself.

Before I started my return home, I stopped for a coffee, which delayed me by about 10 minutes. When I travel, I usually pray the Rosary. I finished it at 2:58 p.m. I decided to go ahead and sing the Chaplet of Divine Mercy (as sung on EWTN every day from the National Shrine of The Divine Mercy in Stockbridge, Massachusetts). I try to pray the Chaplet every day, usually at the 3 o’clock hour. No sooner had I started singing when a state trooper stopped me. He was allowing a couple to cross the highway to see if they could help with a car wreck. 

I looked over and there was an SUV upside down in the median. I decided to pray my Chaplet for whoever was in the wreck. As I was driving, I thought I should let Maggie know about the crash in case she was going to get stuck in traffic. As I was calling her, I thought, “I wonder if she is behind the wreck, in front of the wreck, or dear Lord, was she in the wreck!?” I continued to pray. At 3:04 p.m., my son called me and in a calm voice said, “Mom, Maggie has been in a car wreck.” I said that I knew exactly where she was. I turned my car around and headed back toward the accident scene. 

I drove on the side of the median, past all the backed-up traffic. When I arrived, I yelled, “That is my child!” A medic stopped me and told me not to go near the wreck since they were still cutting my daughter out of the vehicle. She told me they would get me as soon as Maggie was in the ambulance. I got in my car and finished singing the Chaplet. When Maggie was finally in the ambulance, I went in and took her by the hand. I told her that I was there. She burst into tears and said that she was sorry she had totaled the Tahoe. I said, “That is the least of our concerns!”

Her face was so swollen it almost didn’t look like Maggie. One eye was completely swollen shut. Strapped down to a gurney in a neck collar, she was still spitting out glass. We went to the nearest hospital in Navasota, Texas. They X-rayed her and did an MRI on her head. In the meantime, I had called my husband, who happened to be at our farm outside of Houston, about 30 minutes away. My brother, sister-in-law, and my other children all quickly arrived. They asked me if I was doing alright. I told them that I was fine. “Praying the Chaplet has grounded me in Jesus’ Divine Mercy,” I told them. 

Maggie had no broken bones, just a few minor cuts. She also suffered a concussion, since the car had flipped over a couple of times. As we drove home from the hospital, she told me her story. She had had brunch with some friends before leaving Houston. She hadn’t thought to buckle her seatbelt, but at a stoplight she had decided to go ahead and put it on. I thank the Lord for guardian angels! Had she not put on her seatbelt, she would probably not be here. It was a miracle of God’s Divine Mercy!  

Katie Pfeffer is a Friend of Mercy from Houston, Texas.


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