I am writing this letter to tell you about my son’s miraculous recovery. I am convinced this miracle is an answer to our constant recitation of the Chaplet of Divine Mercy and our close contact with the image of the Merciful Jesus.
My tragedy (a tragedy only a mother can know) began on March
25, 1999. That day I took my three-month-old son to an eye specialist.
I had already consulted with other doctors, but this time my son’s
eyes were to be checked with the aid of the most advanced equipment.
The test was stressful for both of us, and the diagnosis was cruel
and final. My son’s eye nerves were degenerating. He would
soon be blind.
I did not stop with that visit. In search of help and hope, I
consulted numerous other physicians. I constantly imagined that
there existed some medicine or surgical procedure that would cure
my son’s blindness. But the doctors always came back with
the same reply: you cannot create what did not develop properly
in the body. They told me to resign myself to the truth and teach
my son to cope with the disease. They also urged me to love my
son. I did love him. More and more so. But I could not live with
the thought of him suffering so tragically.
Being a Christian, I placed my trust in God. On March 26, the
day after the diagnosis that changed the life of my family, my
mother sent me a copy of your magazine containing an image of
the Merciful Jesus. That image has remained with us ever since.
What I am now about to tell you, I wish to shout from the rooftops.
Jesus, I thank you! My son can see again! Yes, despite the fact
that the diagnosis remains the same — eye nerve degeneration — my
little boy can see well enough to pick bread crumbs off the floor.
Dear God! It is a miracle. I am writing this to tell people to
pray as I did, to recite the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I want others
to trust in Jesus, even as I did when I begged Him to let a drop
of His Holy Blood rinse my son’s ailing eyes, and thus make
My son is now two years old. He still suffers from health problems,
and there are the usual parental worries, but this is nothing
compared to what we had to endure before. My son can see! I firmly
believe that whatever the suffering may be, Your Mercy, Lord,
will cure it. I give you my maternal pledge to raise my son as
Your faithful servant.
I address the following words of hope to all those who are sick
and suffering, all those who find themselves in extremely difficult
situations, all those who think there is no way out of their problems.
Seek the Merciful Heart of Jesus, which bleeds for us with compassion
and with an outpouring of graces. In no time you too will be testifying
to miracles in your lives, and telling others of God’s close
contact with you.
We still have the image of Jesus which we cut out of your magazine. We venerate it deeply. My son, Karol, has it with him wherever he goes. He loves it, embraces and kisses it often. So far, he has only a slight understanding of what occurred, but when he grows up, he will come realize the full extent of Jesus’ role in curing his disease. He will know that the Merciful Jesus is, and will remain, his friend forever.