Well, a bit complicated but here it is. In 1985, DW and I were vacationing in Europe. She just “had to” go to Lourdes. So, we went. I was not raised in any religion and had not even been baptized. DW again insisted that I cross myself with water from the grotto. So, I did. I read a sign there that said something to the effect of “Like Bernadette, you do not wash your face, but you cleanse your soul.” It brought tears. Yet, I felt no healing, as I was not sick. Hmmmm.
We left Lourdes and were driving to Genoa, Italy about one week later. Suddenly, police and security were everywhere along the Autostrada. There were people carrying placards. DW shouted out, “It’s the Pope!” So we stopped. Although it meant little to me at the time, we received Pope (Saint) John Paul II’s Apostolic blessing as he passed us.
The next year, I was in RCIA. But wait, there’s more! >> 21 years. Diagnosed with cancer. Remission. Cancer again. Remission again. Cancer again, but two cancers. Then, from treatment, a third cancer and what’s worse, all three cancers simultaneously. 99.5% chance of not making it. That was over three years ago. No sign of any of the three cancers.
Then it struck me: Saint Bernadette is the patron Saint of those with bodily illness. She was on my case decades before I was even sick. What did she know? Still brings tears.