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It was unexpected yet very interesting journey as I took each step with care and hands held firm by Fred and Bella. Each step was a test of my faith because each had its risk and some even unstable. We stopped to pray at each station of the cross. Each station was a reminder that I was carrying my cross and also my gratitude that I made it. I did not feel tired as my energy was surging but the sweat trickled down. After the station, we continued to go up.
Fortunately, I forgot to look back because if I did, well, I might just stop. Anyway, I didn't and I continued and as I looked up, I saw more treacherous steps, steep, wet and uncertain. Up we went, the others who came with me went ahead but some ladies walked behind me as moral support. I even had to stop Fred and Bella when they went too fast as they were pulling me and I could not cope with their speed. I felt bad, but they understood and slowed down. They too learnt to be more patient with me and to slow down for me.
The hour and the half journey up was the most memorable for me as I could never imagine completing it. Had no choice anyway. I reflected on my life - times when I gave up trying, lost my confidence, did not believe I could accomplish anything until this pilgrimage. These 700 steps up gave me strength and confidence. As we prayed each station until the 14th station, I gave thanks and I actually enjoyed the climb.
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