693. Beaten Nearly to Death While Stopping a Group Assault, I Meditated on Jesus’ Passion

💌 693. Beaten Nearly to Death While Stopping a Group Assault, I Meditated on Jesus’ Passion

Every morning at 5 a.m., without fail, I began cleaning the area in front of the beauty parlor up to the new road between the Hanilgak Hotel and the arcade. Even though the roadside was littered with trash thrown by children, the arcade owner never once cleaned in front of his shop. So, I took it upon myself to clean from there to the beauty parlor, offering it up as Prayers of Life: “Lord, please sweep away not only this trash but also the sins of all the sinners in the world.” Starting my day with this Prayer of Life brought me joy.

Then, one morning around 5 a.m., as I opened the door to the beauty parlor to begin cleaning, I was struck with shock. Right in front of me, a horrifying scene was unfolding. A middle-aged man was lying face down on the ground, being brutally assaulted by a group of eight women. One of them was grabbing his hair and forcefully slamming his head against the ground.

One woman was mercilessly stomping on him with the sharp heel of her high-heeled shoe, while another climbed on top of him and beat him mercilessly. These women were none other than the most notorious barmaids from the pub across from Jeong Beauty Parlor, known for their cruelty. Hearing the sound of the beauty parlor door opening, the middle-aged man, still held by the hair and unable to even look at me, gasped with a voice almost fading away, “P-please... save me.”

I did not have the confidence to stop them on my own, but knowing that the Lord was with me, I prayed, “Lord, please be with me so that I can rescue this soul.” With that prayer, I bravely stepped forward to intervene. “I do not know what happened,” I said, “but enough is enough. Let us settle this with words, not violence.” However, even though they knew exactly who I was, they shouted, “Who do you think you are?” and began beating me mercilessly.

Caught completely off guard, I had no way to defend myself and could only endure the blows. But as I meditated on the countless scourges and beatings Jesus endured, innocent as He was, at the hands of evildoers, I offered up my suffering, praying, “Lord, with each blow I receive, please save one soul. And may You be consoled, Lord.” Offering it up with Semchigo as if I were receiving love, I felt immense joy even while being beaten.

“Oh, Jesus! How much You must love me to allow me to begin my day with such an act of love! With every blow I receive, may a soul in purgatory be brought to Heaven!” Offering this up as Prayers of Life, I felt nothing but immense joy. Moreover, as the barmaids turned their violence toward me, the middle-aged man was spared, even if just for a moment, from their brutal assault. That alone filled me with great joy.

However, I did not want them to sin further by continuing to beat me, so I apologized, saying, “I am sorry, I should not have interfered. That was my mistake.” The barmaids immediately shouted, “This has nothing to do with you! Get lost!” and mercilessly kicked me away. Unable to finish my cleaning, I returned inside after being beaten. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I adjusted my clothes, worried that my family might be shocked if they saw me in this condition.

Still, I felt relieved that the situation seemed to have calmed down, and I was deeply thankful. However, suddenly, the door of the beauty parlor creaked open. It was the middle-aged man, who had barely managed to break free from the barmaids. His suit was covered in dust, and his whole body was battered and bruised. He staggered in, breathing heavily, and said, “Miss, thank you so much. Thanks to you, I was able to escape. I am so sorry that you got beaten because of me.”

I said, “I am fine. Please, brother, come sit here,” and quickly helped him into the beauty parlor chair. His mouth was dry, so I offered him a drink. Then, using a warm towel, I gently wiped away the dirt and blood from his wounds, offering it up in the Prayers of Life, asking the Lord to heal both his soul and body. He choked up, saying, “You are such a kind young lady, thank you so much,” and tears began to fall from his eyes.

My personal reflection note with Mama Julia🌹💗 

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