Interesting. It was the Eucharist that led me into the Catholic Church to begin with.
My husband, who was raised Catholic, was very sick and in ICU in the hospital. It was very iffy whether he would make it. We had just put our oldest child in a Catholic school (she had attended only her first day at this point). The second day (which fell on a Mon.) I sent a note to her teacher explaining the situation at home, because I was worried about how well she’d adjust to a new school in the midst of such a family crisis. Her religion teacher sent her home with a cloth that had been touched to numerous relics. I had no idea what to do with it, but my husband did. After blessing himself with it, he asked for a priest, who came and performed anointing of the sick. This was the first time my husband had expressed any desire to continue practicing Catholicism since I’d known him. He later asked me to go and light a votive for him. The church was locked for the night, but a neighbor and friend let me in through the adoration chapel door. She insisted we sit in the chapel and pray for my husband for a few minutes.
I wasn’t much for praying, as I didn’t really even believe in God at the time. But after just a short while, I knew there was something special present in that place. The longer I sat, the stronger this presence became. Then all at once I knew that it was Jesus–and that I was living in total darkness. At first I ran ( I hate to think what a commotion it must have been for the others praying there) for the vestivule door so I could light the candle and get away from the whole thing. But somehow He met me there in my moment of panic and gave me peace.
Over the next several weeks I was so drawn to that chapel I couldn’t stay away from it for even so much as a whole day. I had to drive past every time I dropped off my daughter for school or went to the hospital to visit. Soon I figured out how long the candles lasted, and I was visiting four times a day to make sure one was always burning for my husband. Each time I staid to pray a little bit longer.
Eventually my husband was sent home from the hospital. By then I had started attending Mass once a week. By the time I found my way to RCIA, I was ready to accept everything the Church taught and set to reordering my life around Church teachings. It has not always been easy, but He keeps helping me along, one step at a time.
My suggestion if you are having doubts about His real presence in the Blessed Sacrament is to spend time with Him at an adoration chapel. Also, there are some really good books out there on Eucharistic Miracles as well. One is Eucharistic Miracles by Joan Carroll Cruz.