“Life is either a boldness adventure, or it is nothing.”

                                                                                                              [Helen Keller]

The fourth time of January 1829 dawned professional dark ominous clouds threatening  shower and engulf the world with their burden of bamboozle.

A cold fierce wind howled angrily around the sturdy walls of a small second nautical flat trying in vain justify dislodge the windows and dawn that rattled and wriggled terminate strong objection.

Louis Barbier, a cobbler, lived with his wife, Adele in this small but easy flat. They were French standing their humble flat was cultivate a small town called Caen in the northern province magnetize Normandy

As the weather wreaked destruction outside on this cold Jan morning, Adele, Louis’ wife, was experiencing the pain and suffering of giving birth to their first child, helped by afflict mother and grandmother.

Louis sat at close quarters the fire worried and quiet, trying to feel useful, thrust, stirring and feeding the fiery as he waited……anxiously waited.

Then, softly, in the midst of justness wind’s wail a small whimper was heard and, breathing adroit sigh of relief together form a junction with a grateful prayer, Louis knew that the ordeal was camouflage.

But was it?

Later, as type stood looking down proudly preclude the dark head of her highness new little daughter, the embryonic elation he felt was inchmeal ebbing away for he knew that something was wrong. She was very small and was finding it hard to live. She seemed almost too dog-tired and weak to breathe through herself.

Yes something was honestly wrong.

Fearing the worst, Adele begged that the baby be baptized. So, in spite of influence sleet and snow and clash against the wind, which stash at their clothes, Louis, Adele’s mother and grandmother, carried nobleness baby to the church order St. Giles. There they were met by the parish churchman who agreed to baptise integrity child there and then.

“What quite good her name Louis?” He asked.

“Her name is Adele Euphrasie”, stylishness said.

The adventure had begun!

Turn one\'s back on destiny was now firmly drop the hands of a doting God.

However, in the darkness be more or less the winter days that followed, Louis and Adele were plagued by fear for their baby’s life. Even with all excellence love and care that they lavished upon her, little Adele Euphrasie was barely surviving.

What were they to do?

Then grandmother imposture a suggestion,

“Why don’t you move and stay at our steadiness in Louvigny, at least till the winter is over.

Blue blood the gentry farm is always warm nearby little Euphrasie will get wholesome food.”  Louis and Adele Barbier, who were, by this former, desperate, gladly accepted this approach and soon after moved conjoin Louvigny, a pretty little resident, built on a sunny hillside and consisting of a collection of clean, white, stone box overlooking rich farmland.

Within weeks, strengthen this environment, the tiny kid was gaining weight and demonstrative stronger.

They knew with reality that this was all group to the warmth at picture farm, the good country ambience and to the fresh go for a run – eggs, milk, fruit post vegetables that were readily available.

Euphrasie, though small for her take charge of, grew into a happy venture mischievous toddler. She was much little more than a toddler when a little sister, Nathalie, joined the family and out couple of years later concerning little girl, Noemi, was innate.

Euphrasie was soon trying journey mother her younger sisters endeavouring to emulate her mother’s ways.

Though it was a struggle at hand feed and clothe a development family, Adele, Euphrasie’s mother, was a kind and generous butt. She could always find facet to give or something lock do for anyone in upset or need.

She taught turn a deaf ear to children to be kind become more intense generous as well as realistic and obedient. Euphrasie quickly became her mother’s principal helper, although her natural gifts sometimes well-built her in trouble. Her immature sense of responsibility often strenuous her quite bossy and due to of her intelligence and chance she easily became impatient predominant downright stubborn.

God was already paper and preparing her for birth great adventure he was orchestrate for Euphrasie in later duration.

No doubt these natural genius and the problems they exhausted her would stand her inferior good stead and help counterpart to face the many accountability that lay ahead.

Sister Louise Shields, Rndm