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  • FAREWELL LETTER FROM A GENIUS


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    GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ, a famous writer from Colombia, and Nobel Prize winner for literature, has retired from public life for reasons of health. He has a form of cancer, which is terminal. He has sent a farewell letter to his friends.
    It is recommended reading because it is moving to see how one of the best and most brilliant of writers expresses himself & with sorrow.

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    A GENIUS SAYS GOODBYE FOR GOOD, he says:

    If God, for a second, forgot what I have become and granted me a little bit more of life, I would use it to the best of my ability.

    I wouldn't, possibly, say everything that is in my mind, but I would be more thoughtful of all I say. I would give merit to things not for what they are worth, but for what they mean to express.

    I would sleep little, I would dream more, because I know that for every minute that we close our eyes, we waste 60 seconds of light.

    I would walk while others stop; I would awake while others sleep.

    If God would give me a little bit more of life, I would dress in a simple manner, I would place myself in front of the sun, leaving not only my body, but my soul naked at its mercy.

    To all men, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that
    They grow old when they stop falling in love.

    I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.

    To old people I would say that death doesn't arrive when they grow old, but with forgetfulness.

    I have learned so much with you all, I have learned that everybody wants to live on top of the mountain, without knowing that true
    Happiness is obtained in the journey taken & the form used to reach the top of the hill.

    I have learned that when a newborn baby holds, with its little hand, his father's finger, it has trapped him for the rest of his life.

    I have learned that a man has the right and obligation to look down at another man, only when that man needs help to get up from the ground.

    Say always what you feel, not what you think. If I knew that today is the last time that that I am going to see you asleep, I would hug you with all my strength and I would pray to the Lord to let me be the guardian angel of your soul.

    If I knew that these are the last moments to see you, I would say 'I love you'.

    There is always tomorrow, and life gives us another opportunity to do things right, but in case I am wrong, and today is all that is left to me, I would love to tell you how much I love you & that I will never forget you.

    Tomorrow is never guaranteed to anyone, young or old.

    Today could be the last time to see your loved ones, which is why you mustn't wait; do it today, in case tomorrow never arrives.

    I am sure you will be sorry you wasted the opportunity today to give a smile, a hug, a kiss, and that you were too busy to grant them their last wish.

    Keep your loved ones near you; tell them in their ears and to their faces how much you need them and love them. Love them and treat them
    Well; take your time to tell them 'I am sorry';' forgive me',' please', 'thank you', and all those loving words you know.

    Nobody will know you for your secret thought. Ask the Lord for wisdom and strength to express them.

    Show your friends and loved ones how important they are to you.

    Send this letter to those you love. If you don't do it today...tomorrow will be like yesterday, and if you never do it, it doesn't matter either, the moment to do it is now.

    For you,
    With much love,
    Your Friend,

    Gabriel Garcia Marquez

  • Computer Virus Warning!

    This is Real.....


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    Hi All,

    One of my friends sent this e-mail to me recently. I checked with Norton Anti-Virus, and they are gearing up for this virus!
    I checked snopes.com, and it is for real!!

    Check on the above website.........for the details.

    Get this E-mail message sent around to your contacts ASAP.

    PLEASE FORWARD THIS WARNING AMONG FRIENDS, FAMILY AND CONTACTS!

    You should be alert during the next few days. Do not open any message with an attachment entitled 'POSTCARD,' regardless of who sent it to you.

    It is a virus which opens A POSTCARD IMAGE, which 'burns' the whole hard disc C of your computer. This virus will be received from someone who has your e-mail address in his/her contact list.

    This is the reason why you need to send this e-mail to all your contacts.

    It is better to receive this message 25 times than to receive the virus and open it.

    If you receive a mail called' POSTCARD,' even though sent to you by a friend, do not open it!

    Shut down your computer immediately.

    This is the worst virus announced by CNN. It has been classified by Microsoft as the most destructive virus ever.

    This virus was discovered by McAfee lately, and there is no repair yet for this kind of virus.

    This virus simply destroys the Zero Sector of the Hard Disc, where the vital information is kept.

    Please be on guard against this new VIRUS!

  • BEING A MOTHER




    After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."

    The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally..

    That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well," she asked?

    My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."

    She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."

    We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favour," I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

    As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed. "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

    A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.

    Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."

    At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."

    Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby.... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.

    Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct .... somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

    Somebody said being a mother is boring .... somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

    Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good".... somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

    Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices .... somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbour's kitchen window.

    Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother... somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.

    Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first ..... somebody doesn't have two children.

    Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.... somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.

    Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labour and delivery.... somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten ..... or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."

    Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back .... somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

    Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married.... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

    Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.... somebody never had grandchildren.

    Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.... somebody isn't a mother.

    Pass this along to all the "mothers" in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your life while you have them....no matter who that person is.

    "All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother." - Abraham Lincoln

    God Bless to all the Mothers!

  • Our Lady of Lourdes


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    February 11 - Feast of the Apparition of the Blessed Virgin Mary at Lourdes
    >
    > This year marks the 150th anniversary of the apparition of our Blessed
    > Mother to St. Bernadette at Lourdes, France. From February 11 to July 16,
    > 1858, our Blessed Mother asked Bernadette to come to the grotto at
    > Massabielle. In the apparitions Mary asked that prayers and penance be done
    > for the atonement of sins. In the ninth apparition, the miraculous spring
    > was revealed that has brought thousands of cures [see below - "Miracles of
    > Lourdes" from http://www.olrl.org/stories/lourdes.shtml]. It was on March
    > 25, that "the Lady" told St. Bernadette her name, "I am the Immaculate
    > Conception".
    >
    > ------
    >
    > OUR LADY OF LOURDES PLENARY INDULGENCE
    >
    > In honor of the 150th anniversary of the Blessed Virgin Mary's appearances
    > to Bernadette Soubirous in Lourdes, France, Pope Benedict XVI authorized a
    > plenary indulgence for Catholics taking part in public or private devotions
    > to Our Lady of Lourdes.
    >
    > The faithful may gain the indulgence by making a devout visit Feb. 2-11 to
    > "a blessed image of the Holy Virgin Mary of Lourdes in any church, chapel,
    > grotto or other suitable place in which it is solemnly displayed," according
    > to the Apostolic Penitentiary, a Vatican office dealing with indulgences and
    > matters of conscience. In the presence of the image of Our Lady of Lourdes,
    > the faithful "should perform some pious act of Marian devotion, or at least
    > pause to reflect for an appropriate length of time, concluding with the
    > Lord's
    > Prayer, some legitimate form of the profession of faith, and the jubilee
    > prayer or some other Marian invocation."
    >
    > The elderly, sick and all those unable to leave home for a just cause may
    > also gain the plenary indulgence if from Feb. 2 to 11 they complete
    > "spiritual visits" to a blessed image of Our Lady of Lourdes, recite the
    > prayers indicated above, and trustingly offer the pains and discomforts of
    > their own lives to God through Mary, according to the Apostolic
    > Penitentiary. They must consciously reject all sin and have the intention to
    > fulfill the abovementioned conditions as soon as possible.
    >
    >
    > Norms for Indulgences - An indulgence is the remission before God of the
    > temporal punishment due for sins already forgiven as far as their guilt is
    > concerned. This remission the faithful with the proper dispositions and
    > under
    > certain determined conditions acquire through the intervention of the Church
    > which, as minister of the Redemption, authoritatively dispenses and applies
    > the treasury of the satisfaction won by Christ and the Saints.
    >
    > An indulgence is partial or plenary, according as it removes either part or
    > all of the temporal punishment due for sin.
    >
    > Catholic faithful must also meet the church's conditions for gaining
    > indulgences. According to the Apostolic Penitentiary:
    >
    > - It is necessary that the faithful be in the state of grace at least at the
    > time the indulgenced work is completed.
    >
    > - A plenary indulgence can be gained only once a day. In order to obtain it,
    > the faithful must have the interior disposition of complete detachment from
    > sin, even venial sin; have sacramentally confessed their sins; receive the
    > holy Eucharist; and pray for the intentions of the pope.
    >
    > - It is appropriate, but not necessary, that the sacramental confession and
    > especially holy Communion and the prayer for the pope's intentions take
    > place on the same day that the indulgenced work is performed. But it is
    > sufficient that these sacred rites and prayers be carried out within several
    > days (about 20) before or after the indulgenced act. Prayer for the pope's
    > intentions is left to the choice of the faithful, but an Our Father and a
    > Hail Mary are suggested. One sacramental confession suffices for several
    > plenary indulgences, but a separate holy Communion and a separate prayer for
    > the Holy Father's intentions are required for each plenary indulgence.
    >
    > - For the sake of those legitimately impeded, confessors can commute both
    > the work prescribed and the conditions required (except, obviously,
    > detachment from even venial sin).
    >
    > - Indulgences can always be applied either to oneself or to the souls of the
    > deceased, but they cannot be applied to other persons living on earth.
    >
    > Catholic faithful making a pilgrimage to Lourdes, France, through Dec. 8,
    > the feast of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary, can also
    > receive the plenary indulgence. They must visit the following sites,
    > preferably in this order: the parish baptismal font used for the baptism of
    > Bernadette; the house of the Soubirous family, called the "cachet"; the
    > Grotto of Massabielle; the chapel of the hospice where Bernadette made her
    > first Communion. At each location, the faithful should meditate and pray the
    > Lord's Prayer, the Creed, and the jubilee prayer or a prayer to Mary.
    >

    >
    > MIRACLES OF LOURDES
    >
    >
    > INTRODUCTION TO LOURDES
    >
    > In 1858 in the grotto of Massabielle, near Lourdes, France, the Blessed
    > Virgin Mary appeared 18 times to Bernadette Soubirous, a 14 year old peasant
    > girl. She identified herself as The Immaculate Conception. She gave
    > Bernadette a message for all: "Pray and do penance for the conversion of the
    > world." The Church investigated Bernadette's claims for four years before
    > approving devotion to Our Lady of Lourdes. Lourdes has since become one of
    > the most famous shrines, attracting more than a million pilgrims each year.
    > There have been thousands of miraculous cures at this shrine.
    >
    > A Medical Bureau was established in 1882 to test the authenticity of the
    > cures. The doctors include unbelievers as well as believers and any doctor
    > is welcome to take part in the examination of the alleged cures. As many as
    > 500 medical men of all faiths or no faith have taken advantage of the
    > invitation each year. Many books and movies tell the story of Lourdes. Even
    > Hollywood made a movie of this remarkable event in the 1940's entitled "The
    > Song of Bernadette" which won six academy awards.
    >
    > No one leaves Lourdes without a gain in faith. Moral and spiritual cures are
    > more marvelous than physical cures. Some go to Lourdes with lifetime
    > prejudices, yet their minds are cleared in a sudden manner. Frequently
    > skepticism gives way to faith; coldness and antagonism become whole hearted
    > love of God. Again and again those who are not cured of bodily pain receive
    > an increase of faith and resignation - true peace of soul. The story of two
    > outstanding miracles that occurred at Lourdes are told below.
    >
    > THE STORY OF GABRIEL GARGAM
    >
    > The case of Gabriel Gargam is probably one of the best known of all the
    > thousands of cures at Lourdes, partly because he was so well known at the
    > Shrine for half a century, partly because it was a twofold healing,
    > spiritual and physical. Born in 1870 of good Catholic parents, he gave early
    > promise of being a clever student and a fervent Catholic. The promise was
    > not fulfilled in the most important respect for, at 15 years of age, he had
    > already lost his faith. He obtained a position in the postal service and was
    > carrying out his duties as a sorter in December of 1899, when the train on
    > which he was traveling from Bordeaux to Paris collided with another train,
    > running at 50 miles per hour. Gargam was thrown fifty two feet from the
    > train. He lay in the snow, badly injured and unconscious for seven hours. He
    > was paralyzed from the waist down. He was barely alive when lifted onto a
    > stretcher. Taken to a hospital, his existence for some time was a living
    > death. After eight months he had wasted away to a mere skeleton, weighing
    > but seventy-eight pounds, although normally a big man. His feet became
    > gangrenous. He could take no solid food and was obliged to take nourishment
    > by a tube. Only once in twenty-four hours could he be fed even that way. He
    > brought suit for damages against the railroad. The Appellate Court confirmed
    > the verdict of the former courts and granted him 6,000 francs annually, and
    > besides, an indemnity of 60,000 francs.
    >
    > Gargam's condition was pitiable in the extreme. He could not help himself
    > even in the most trifling needs. Two trained nurses were needed day and
    > night to assist him. That was Gabriel Gargam as he was after the accident,
    > and as he would continue to be until death relieved him. About his desperate
    > condition there could be no doubt. The railroad fought the case on every
    > point. There was no room for deception or hearsay. Two courts attested to
    > his condition, and the final payment of the railroad left the case a matter
    > of record. Doctors testified that the man was a hopeless cripple for life,
    > and their testimony was not disputed.
    >
    > Previous to the accident Gargam had not been to Church for fifteen years.
    > His aunt, who was a nun of the Order of the Sacred Heart, begged him to go
    > to Lourdes. He refused. She continued her appeals to him to place himself in
    > the hands of Our Lady of Lourdes. He was deaf to all her prayers. After
    > continuous pleading of his mother he consented to go to Lourdes. It was now
    > two years since the accident, and not for a moment had he left his bed all
    > that time. He was carried on a stretcher to the train. The exertion caused
    > him to faint, and for a full hour he was unconscious. They were on the point
    > of abandoning the pilgrimage, as it looked as if he would die on the way,
    > but the mother insisted, and the journey was made.
    >
    > Arrived at Lourdes, he went to confession and received Holy Communion. There
    > was no change in his condition. Later he was carried to the miraculous pool
    > and tenderly placed in its waters - no effect. Rather a bad effect resulted,
    > for the exertion threw him into a swoon and he lay apparently dead. After a
    > time, as he did not revive, they thought him dead. Sorrowfully they wheeled
    > the carriage back to the hotel. On the way back they saw the procession of
    > the Blessed Sacrament approaching. They stood aside to let it pass, having
    > placed a cloth over the face of the man whom they supposed to be dead.
    >
    > As the priest passed carrying the Sacred Host, he pronounced Benediction
    > over the sorrowful group around the covered body. Soon there was a movement
    > from under the covering. To the amazement of the bystanders, the body raised
    > itself to a sitting posture. While the family were looking on dumbfounded
    > and the spectators gazed in amazement, Gargam said in a full, strong voice
    > that he wanted to get up. They thought that it was a delirium before death,
    > and tried to soothe him, but he was not to be restrained. He got up and
    > stood erect, walked a few paces and said that he was cured. The multitude
    > looked in wonder, and than fell on their knees and thanked God for this new
    > sign of His power at the Shrine of His Blessed Mother. As Gargam had on him
    > only invalid's clothes, he returned to the carriage and was wheeled back to
    > the hotel. There he was soon dressed, and proceeded to walk about as if
    > nothing had ever ailed him. For two years hardly any food had passed his
    > lips but now he sat down to the table and ate a hearty meal.
    >
    > On August 20th, 1901, sixty prominent doctors examined Gargam. Without
    > stating the nature of the cure, they pronounced him entirely cured. Gargam,
    > out of gratitude to God in the Holy Eucharist and His Blessed Mother,
    > consecrated himself to the service of the invalids at Lourdes.
    >
    > He sat up a small business and married a pious lady who aided him in his
    > apostolate for the greater knowledge of Mary Immaculate. For over fifty
    > years he returned annually to Lourdes and worked as a brancardier. The
    > Golden Jubilee of his cure was the occasion of a remarkable celebration
    > during the French National Pilgrimage in 1951. M. Gargam sat in a chair in
    > the Rosary Square, surrounded by 1,500 sick and 50,000 other pilgrims while
    > a description of his twofold healing was given by the celebrated apologist,
    > Canon Baloney. His last visit to the Shrine was in August 1952: he died the
    > following March, at the age of eighty-three years.
    >
    > THE STORY OF JOHN TRAYNOR
    >
    > In some respects the story of John Traynor is similar to that of Gabriel
    > Gargam. Yet in many ways it is different. After their cures, the two men
    > were brancardiers at Lourdes at the same time and may have discussed their
    > cases with each other.
    >
    > John Traynor was a native of Liverpool, England. His Irish mother died when
    > he was quite young, but the faith which she instilled in her son remained
    > with him the rest of his life. His injuries dated from World War I, when he
    > was a soldier in the Naval Brigade of the Royal British Marines. He took
    > part in the unsuccessful Antwerp expedition of October, 1914, and was hit in
    > the head by shrapnel. He remained unconscious for five weeks. Later, in
    > Egypt, he received a bullet wound in the leg. In the Dardanelles, he
    > distinguished himself in battle but was finally brought down when he was
    > sprayed with machine gun bullets while taking part in a bayonet charge. He
    > was wounded in the head and chest, and one bullet went through his upper
    > right arm and lodged under his collarbone.
    >
    > As a result of these wounds, Traynor's right arm was paralyzed and the
    > muscles atrophied. His legs were partially paralyzed, and he was epileptic.
    > Sometimes he had as many as three fits a day. By 1916, Traynor had undergone
    > four operations in an attempt to connect the severed muscles of this right
    > arm. All four operations ended in failure. By this time he had been
    > discharged from the service. He was given a one hundred percent pension
    > because he was completely and permanently disabled. He spent much time in
    > various hospitals as an epileptic patient. In April, 1920, his skull was
    > operated on in an attempt to remove some of the shrapnel. This operation did
    > not help his epilepsy, and it left a hole about an inch wide in his skull.
    > The pulsating of his brain could be seen through this hole. A silver plate
    > was inserted in order to shield the brain.
    >
    > He lived on Grafton Street in Liverpool with his wife and children. He was
    > utterly helpless. He had to be lifted from his bed to his wheelchair in the
    > morning and back into bed at night. Arrangements had been made to have him
    > admitted to the Mosley Hill Hospital for Incurables.
    >
    > In July, 1923, Traynor heard that the Liverpool diocese was organizing a
    > pilgrimage to Lourdes. He had always had a great devotion to the Blessed
    > Virgin and determined to join the pilgrimage. He took a gold sovereign which
    > he had been saving for an emergency and used it as the first payment on a
    > ticket. At first his wife was very much disturbed by the idea of her husband
    > making such a difficult trip. His friends tried to talk him out of it. His
    > doctor told him the trip would be suicide. The government ministry of
    > pensions protested against the idea. One of the priests in charge of the
    > pilgrimage begged him to cancel his booking. All of this was to no avail.
    > Traynor had made up his mind, and there was no changing it. When his wife
    > saw how much he wanted to make the trip, she decided to help him. In order
    > to raise the money for the pilgrimage, the Trainers sold some of their
    > furniture; Mrs. Traynor pawned some of her jewelry.
    >
    > There was much excitement at the railroad station the day the pilgrimage was
    > to leave. In addition to the noise and confusion that accompanies the
    > departure of every large pilgrimage, there was the additional hubbub caused
    > by the curious who had come to see Traynor. His trip had aroused much
    > interest, and at the station a great number of people crowded about his
    > wheel chair. Newspaper reporters and photographers were on hand to cover the
    > event. As a result of all this, Traynor reached the station platform too
    > late to get on the first train. The second train was crowded, and once more
    > an attempt was made to talk him out of taking the trip. Traynor, however,
    > said that he was determined to go if he had to ride in the coal tender.
    >
    > The trip was extremely trying, and Traynor was very sick. Three times,
    > during the journey across France, the directors of the pilgrimage wished to
    > take him off the train and put him in a hospital. Each time there was no
    > hospital where they stopped, and so they had to keep him on board. He was
    > more dead than alive when he reached Lourdes on July 22 and was taken to the
    > Aisle. Two Protestant girls from Liverpool, who were serving as volunteer
    > nurses in the Aisle, recognized Traynor and offered to take care of him. He
    > gladly accepted the offer. He had several hemorrhages during his six days
    > there and a number of epileptic fits. So bad was his condition that one
    > woman took it upon herself to write to his wife and tell her that there was
    > no hope for him and that he would be buried in Lourdes.
    >
    > Traynor managed to bathe in the water from the grotto nine times, and he
    > attended all the ceremonies to which the sick are taken. It was only by
    > sheer force of will that he was able to do this. Not only were his own
    > infirmities a serious obstacle but the brancardiers and others in attendance
    > were reluctant to take him out for fear he would die on the way. Once he had
    > an epileptic fit as he was going to the piscine. When he recovered, the
    > brancardiers turned his chair to take him back to the Aisle. He protested,
    > but they insisted. They were forced to give in when he seized the wheel with
    > his good hand and would not let the chair budge until it went in the
    > direction of the baths.
    >
    > On the afternoon of July 25 when he was in the bath, his paralyzed legs
    > became suddenly agitated. He tried to get to his feet, but the brancardiers
    > prevented him. They dressed him, put him back in his wheel chair, and
    > hurried him to Rosary Square for the Blessing of the Sick. Most of the other
    > sick were already lined up. He was the third last on the outside as one
    > faces the church.
    >
    > Let us hear in Traynor's own words what happened after that. This is the
    > story as he told it to Father Patrick O'Connor.
    >
    > "The procession came winding its way back, as usual, to the church and at
    > the end walked the Archbishop of Rheims, carrying the Blessed Sacrament. He
    > blessed the two ahead of me, came to me, made the Sign of the Cross with the
    > monstrance and moved on to the next. He had just passed by, when I realized
    > that a great change had taken place in me. My right arm, which had been dead
    > since 1915, was violently agitated. I burst its bandages and blessed
    > myself - for the first time in years.
    >
    > "I had no sudden pain that I can recall and certainly had no vision. I
    > simply realized that something momentous had happened. I attempted to rise
    > from my stretcher, but the brancardiers were watching me. I suppose I had a
    > bad name for my obstinacy. They held me down, and a doctor or a nurse gave
    > me a hypo. Apparently they thought that I was hysterical and about to create
    > a scene. Immediately after the final Benediction, they rushed me back to the
    > Aisle. I told them that I could walk and proved it by taking seven steps. I
    > was very tired and in pain. They put me back in bed and gave me another hypo
    > after a while.
    >
    > "They had me in a small ward on the ground floor. As I was such a
    > troublesome case, they stationed brancardiers in relays to watch me and keep
    > me from doing anything foolish. Late that night, they placed a brancardier
    > on guard outside the door of the ward. There were two other sick men in the
    > room, including one who was blind.
    >
    > "The effect of the hypos began to wear off during the night, but I had no
    > full realization that I was cured. I was awake for most of the night. No
    > lights were on.
    >
    > "The chimes of the big Basilica rang the hours and half hours as usual
    > through the night, playing the air of the Lourdes Ave Maria. Early in the
    > morning, I heard them ringing, and it seemed to me that I fell asleep at the
    > beginning of the Ave. It could have been a matter of only a few seconds, but
    > at the last stroke I opened my eyes and jumped out of bed. First, I knelt on
    > the floor to finish the rosary I had been saying. Then I dashed for the
    > door, pushed aside the two brancardiers and ran out into the passage and the
    > open air. Previously, I had been watching the brancardiers and planning to
    > evade them. I may say here that I had not walked since 1915, and my weight
    > was down to 112 pounds.
    >
    > "Dr. Marley was outside the door. When he saw the man over whom he had been
    > watching during the pilgrimage, and whose death he had expected, push two
    > brancardiers aside and run out of the ward, he fell back in amazement. Out
    > in the open now, I ran toward the Grotto, which is about two or three
    > hundred yards from the Aisle. This stretch of ground was graveled then, not
    > paved, and I was barefoot. I ran the whole way to the grotto without getting
    > the least mark or cut on my bare feet. The brancardiers were running after
    > me, but they could not catch up with me. When they reached the grotto, there
    > I was on my knees, still in my night clothes, praying to our Lady and
    > thanking her. All I knew was that I should thank her and the grotto was the
    > place to do it. The brancardiers stood back, afraid to touch me."
    >
    > A strange feature of Traynor's case was that he did not completely realize
    > what had happened to him. He knew that a great favor had been bestowed upon
    > him and that he should be thankful, but he had no idea of the magnitude of
    > the favor. He was completely dazed. It did not seem strange to him that he
    > was walking, and he could not figure out why everyone was staring at him. He
    > did not remember how gravely ill he had been for many years.
    >
    > A crowd of people gathered about Traynor while he was praying at the grotto.
    > After about twenty minutes, he arose from his knees, surprised and rather
    > annoyed by the audience he had attracted. The people fell back to allow him
    > to pass. At the crowned statute of our Lady, he stopped and knelt again. His
    > mother had taught him that he should always make some sacrifice when he
    > wished to venerate the Virgin. He had no money to give. The few shillings he
    > had left after buying a railroad ticket, he had spent to buy rosaries and
    > medals for his wife and children. He therefore made the only sacrifice he
    > could think of: he promised our Lady that he would give up cigarettes.
    >
    > The news of his cure had spread rapidly, and a great crowd was waiting at
    > the Asile. Traynor could not understand what they were doing there. He went
    > in and got dressed. Then he went into the washroom. A number of men were
    > there ahead of him.
    >
    > "Good morning, gentlemen!" said Traynor cheerily.
    >
    > But there was no answer. The men just looked at him; they were too overcome
    > to speak.
    >
    > Traynor was puzzled. Why was everyone acting so strangely this morning?
    >
    > When he got back to his ward, a priest who was visiting at Lourdes came in
    > and said, "Is there anyone who can serve Mass?"
    >
    > "Yes, I can," Traynor volunteered.
    >
    > The priest who knew nothing yet about the cure accepted the offer, and
    > Traynor served Mass in the chapel of the Asile. It did not seem a bit out of
    > the ordinary to be doing so.
    >
    > In the dining room of the Asile where Traynor went to eat his breakfast, the
    > other patients stared at him in amazement. Later when he strolled outdoors,
    > the crowd that had gathered there made a rush at him. Surprised and
    > disconcerted he made a quick retreat into the enclosure.
    >
    > A Mr. Cunningham, who was also on the pilgrimage, came to talk to him. The
    > visitor spoke casually, but it was evident that he was making a great effort
    > to control his excitement.
    >
    > "Good morning, John. Are you feeling all right?"
    >
    > "Yes, Mr. Cunningham, quite all right. Are you feeling all right?" Then he
    > came to the matter that was puzzling him. "What are all those people doing
    > outside?"
    >
    > "They're there, Jack, because they are glad to see you.
    >
    > "Well, it's nice of them, and I'm glad to see them, but I wish they'd leave
    > me alone."
    >
    > Mr. Cunningham told him that one of the priests of the pilgrimage - the one
    > who had opposed his coming - wished to see him. There was much difficulty
    > getting through the crowd, but they finally got to the hotel where the
    > priest was waiting. The priest asked him if he was all right. All this
    > solicitude was most bewildering.
    >
    > "Yes, I'm quite well," Traynor answered, "and I hope you feel well, too."
    >
    > The priest broke down and began to cry.
    >
    > Traynor traveled home in a first-class compartment despite all his protests.
    > As they were going across France, Archbishop Keating of Liverpool came into
    > his compartment. Traynor knelt to receive his blessing. The Archbishop bade
    > him rise.
    >
    > "John, I think I should be getting your blessing," he said.
    >
    > Traynor did not know what the Archbishop meant.
    >
    > The Archbishop led him over to the bed, and they both sat down. Looking at
    > Traynor closely, His Excellency said, "John, do you realize how ill you have
    > been and that you have been miraculously cured by the Blessed Virgin?"
    >
    > "Suddenly," Traynor later told Father O'Connor, "everything came back to me,
    > the memory of my years of illness and the sufferings of the journey to
    > Lourdes and how ill I had been in Lourdes itself. I began to cry, and the
    > Archbishop began to cry, and we both sat there, crying like two children.
    > After a little talk with him, I felt composed. Now I realized fully what had
    > happened."
    >
    > Someone suggested to Traynor that he telegraph his wife. Instead of telling
    > her that he had been completely cured he merely said, "Am better - Jack."
    > His wife was very much pleased to receive this message. She had been very
    > much upset when the woman in the pilgrimage had told her that he was dying.
    > But she was not prepared for the glorious news that was to come! She was the
    > only one who was not, for the story had been in the Liverpool papers. Since
    > she had not happened to see the story, those about her decided not to tell
    > her. They thought it would be nicer to surprise her.
    >
    > It seemed that all Liverpool was at the station to greet the cured man upon
    > his return. When Mrs. Traynor reached the platform, she told who she was and
    > asked to be allowed through the crowd.
    >
    > "Well," said the official in charge, "all I can say is that Mr. Traynor must
    > be a Mohammedan, because there are seventy or eighty Mrs. Traynors on the
    > platform now."
    >
    > In an attempt to save Traynor from being crushed by the crowd which was
    > growing every minute, the railway company stopped the train before it got to
    > the station. The Archbishop walked toward the crowd. He asked the people to
    > restrain their enthusiasm when they saw Traynor and to disperse peacefully
    > after they had had a look at him. They promised that they would do so.
    >
    > Despite this promise there was a stampede when Traynor appeared on the
    > platform. The police had to clear a passage for him to pass through.
    >
    > The joy of Traynor's family upon his return and their deep gratitude to Our
    > Lady of Lourdes could never be put into words. The cured man went into the
    > coal and hauling business and had no trouble lifting 200-pound sacks of
    > coal. He went back to Lourdes every summer to act as a brancardier. He died
    > on the eve of the Feast of the Immaculate Conception in 1943. The cause of
    > his death was in no way related to the wounds which had been cured at
    > Lourdes.
    >
    > The two non-Catholic girls who looked after Traynor at Lourdes came into the
    > Church as a result of the cure. Their family followed their example, and so
    > did the Anglican minister of the church they had been attending. A great
    > number of conversions in Liverpool resulted from the miracle.
    >
    > Although the cure took place in 1923, the Medical Bureau waited till 1926 to
    > issue its report. Traynor was examined again, and it was found that his cure
    > was permanent. "His right arm which was like a skeleton has recovered all
    > its muscles. The hole near his temple has completely disappeared. He had a
    > certificate from Dr. McConnell of Liverpool attesting that he had not had an
    > epileptic attack since 1923. . . .
    >
    > "It is known that when the important nerves have been severed, if their
    > regeneration has not been effected (after the most successful operations
    > this would take at least a year) they contract rapidly and become dried up
    > as it were, and certain parts mortify and disappear. In Mr. Traynor's case,
    > for the cure of his paralyzed arm, new parts had to be created and seamed
    > together. All these things were done simultaneously and instantaneously. At
    > the same time occurred the instant repair of the brain injuries as is proved
    > by the sudden and definite disappearance of the paralysis of both legs and
    > of the epileptic attacks. Finally, a third work was effected which closed
    > the orifice in the brain box. It is a real resurrection which the
    > beneficiary attributes to the power of God and the merciful intercession of
    > Our Lady of Lourdes. The mode of production of this prodigious cure is
    > absolutely outside and beyond the forces of nature."
    >
    > As is usual in such cures, John Traynor retained souvenirs of his former
    > afflictions. The right hand did not hang quite normally, and the right
    > forearm was a little less thick than the left. A slight depression was the
    > only trace that was left of the hole in the skull.
    >
    > If John Traynor and Gabriel Gargam ever discussed their cases and compared
    > notes while both were serving as brancardiers, they must have been amused by
    > one point. Gargam succeeded in having his pension from the railway company
    > discontinued. The British War Pension Ministry, however, insisted upon
    > paying Traynor's pension till the end of his life. They had examined him
    > thoroughly and found him incurable. They did not care what the Lourdes
    > Medical Bureau said or what any of the doctors who examined Traynor after
    > his return from Lourdes reported. It did not matter that he was engaged in
    > the most strenuous kind of work. They had pronounced him incurable, and
    > incurable he was. This decision was never revoked.
    >
    > The gift of miracles has never ceased to show its presence in the Catholic
    > Church. "If you would not believe Me" said Our Lord to the Jews, "believe
    > the works I do."
    > ------
    > "The Catholic Faith alone produces miracles, which are never seen among
    > heretics. Plants of this sort cannot grow in a soil cursed by God; they can
    > take root only in that Church where the True Faith is professed . . . God
    > cannot sanction the performance of a miracle except in favor of the true
    > religion; were He to permit it in support of error, He would deceive us."
    >
    > St. Alphonsus Marie de Liguori - Bishop & Doctor of the Church

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