I have been a friend of Oirasor's for more than thirty years. She had her first daughter, Rosario, who was born with a spina bifida problem. Her religious beliefs led her to take refuge in an image of a saint called Divino Niño Jesus. She invited me to Puerto La Cruz-Venezuela to visit the temple of that saint, and so I did.
Shortly after I went with my husband to Maracay-Venezuela when I was on the bus, it was damaged on the road, the driver told us to get off because they were going to repair it, I did not get off, I was sitting on the first seat at the entrance of the bus, a man who was getting off carrying an image of the Divine Child addresses me and says:
"Madam, you can keep this image for me, when I get back on this transport I will pick it up".
In a split second they fixed the bus, all the passengers got on, but the owner of the image did not get on. So I stayed with him. When I arrived at my sister-in-law's house, my husband handed it to her.
When I returned home I told my children what had happened to me. My daughter was in her last year of high school and had one subject left. She prayed with great faith to that saint to help her pass it, and she did indeed pass with a good grade. Then she went to the cathedral church to pray a thanksgiving mass to that saint and the priest asked her for explanations:
"She told him the story that I had experienced on the bus. And he asked her
"¿Is there any possibility of recovering that image?". She replied:
"No because my aunt threw it in the garbage can". He replied
"God will place in your mother's hands an instrument that will strengthen her in any situation, no matter how bad."
As soon as my daughter got home, she told me the details the priest had told her.
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A few years passed and I was invited to Caracas-Venezuela for a niece's birthday.
When we were on our way to the party, as we got on the bus, on the seat where I sat I got a little book I took it in my hands, I kept it in my wallet forever because I remembered the words the priest told my daughter.
Shortly after that discovery my son suffered an illness, they took him to a clinic, they admitted him very sick. There they did a blood test and the report came back with a fatal disease. The doctor turned to me and said
:
"your son is sentenced, he has little time left to live".
I was stunned, I could not pronounce words, I inhaled air and then slowly expelled it, I breathed, I begged the doctor:
"Please do not communicate this result to my son who was convalescing, let alone to the rest of my family group. When the final moment comes, I will tell my husband and the others!
One sleepless night I decided to take refuge in the prayers contained in the little book I found on the bus and prayed every day, asking God to give me strength and peace of mind to endure his plans.
In a very short time I began to perceive an inner peace that allowed me to remain serene. My son began to recover little by little and, after two months of hospitalization, he underwent further tests for discharge and the results were negative. The same day we arrived at our home, everyone welcomed him with great joy.
As soon as my son recovered satisfactorily, I told him everything that had happened to me at the clinic, with the diagnosis of his disease. His three brothers and his father, who were present, asked in chorus.
¿How did you manage to keep the secret for those two months?
"The divine force of God, this instrument, raising my right hand that held the New Testament, I pointed to it. I took refuge in its prayers, allowing me to have peace of mind, so that I could emotionally endure all the problems of the Clinic." Everyone hugged and kissed me in a gesture of gratitude.
From that moment on, in the face of any adversity that life presents to me, this encounter with God fills me with peace and through him I obtain elements in life that motivate me to move forward.
My friend Oirasor and my daughter now belong to another religion, they no longer idolize images, all the ones they had were thrown away.
On the other hand, I do not idolize images, I only keep the "New Testament". My temple is me, I follow God's will, in the intimacy of my home I pray and converse with Him, thus achieving harmony with my surroundings, which allows me to reconcile with my friends, family and in any conflictive situation I keep calm and serenity, in order to be able to resolve it. I have passed this lesson on to my children.
Today my son is 43 years old, he is in good health, he has his home with his daughters and his wife who love him and take care of him like the crystal in their eyes. I am very proud of him along with my other three children who have also had life smile on them and are very happy with their family group. For these reasons I consider myself the happiest mother in the universe.
This is a non-fiction story
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The drawings are by me
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