If it were not for Sri Chinmoy, I would most definitely not be alive today. Many years ago I was in Trinidad and Tobago with Sri Chinmoy and our group on our annual Christmas trip. On New Year’s eve I became extremely ill with a very high fever. A few days later, when I was waiting at the airport with Sri Chinmoy and our spiritual group to fly home, I was so sick that I could not stand up. jackfruit was brought to the airport for Sri Chinmoy, which he shared with everyone. Knowing that it is his favourite fruit, I had helped to arrange this long before I got sick, so Sri Chinmoy compassionately said, “Long live Agraha!” Then I knew for sure that I would be okay!
Immediately upon returning to New York, I was hospitalized. I grew sicker and sicker, my lungs began to fill with more and more fluid, and it became very hard to breathe. I remember crying one night because I was so scared and in such pain. By the next night I was totally exhausted. I said to myself, “I just want to give up. I just want to stop.” Immediately and extremely powerfully, I felt Sri Chinmoy say to me inwardly, “No! No! You must not give up! You must fight!”
The next morning Sri Chinmoy came to the hospital in person. No one was allowed into the Intensive Care Unit except the doctors and nurses, but somehow he entered my room. As soon as I saw him, I sat up and folded my hands in prayer. I started crying and crying like a little baby. I will never forget the love and blessings that he showered on me in purest silence. Then he motioned towards the morning light outside and said, “Dear boy, from now on, no more darkness, no more darkness. Only light, only light.”
As soon as Sri Chinmoy left, I started perspiring profusely. My fever had broken. From that instant on, I began improving. The doctors never found out what caused the infection. They later told me that they basically had no idea how to help me, and they strongly felt I might not live. They saw my recovery as miraculous, and indeed it was!