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I was in my basement praying the rosary, sitting in a place I very rarely sit in, because the worst event of my life occurred there. With nothing but furniture around, myself (a man) not even wearing deodorant, I smelled sweet, very nice smelling perfume. I said “what the heck?” It went away for a second then came back. I started smelling everything around me but there was nothing that could have smelled so wonderful. Our Lady is there in a special way when praying the rosary.
She also was gracious to make herself known where I had been traumatized. Sort of like letting me know she cares about what happened.
She also was gracious to make herself known where I had been traumatized. Sort of like letting me know she cares about what happened.