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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 him see.

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.