I remember when I was in Fatima it was the first time in my life I ever called Our Lady, Mom. I cried. In Medugorje I was in the room of the visions by right it was only supposed to be for priests. Before the visions started with the visionaries there was a little statue by the wall, I don=t know why, but it bothered me so much. I just kept on staring at it. All of a sudden the first time in my life I ever heard a voice go right through me. AIf you want me, you can have me. Take me.@ I was way in the back of that room and tears flowed down from my eyes. I couldn=t get a handkerchief out because the room was just jam packed with people. But that was the opening of how Our Lady can love us so dearly each and every one of us.

        The second time in Medugorje was on the hill. One night in the church two visionaries of the prayer group came to me and one asked if I could speak English. I told her Ayes@. I had my Benedictine jacket on. She said that the gospel was coming tonight to the hill. Wow! We were supposed to leave on the bus in a couple of hours. I went back and asked Fr. John Brennen, a Jesuit, who was the head spiritual director at that time and he said, A You go.@ Jack Tochek went with me. He=s my godchild=s father. During the vision I felt a cloth come right over my back, it was strong. I asked Jack, ADid you feel anything come over your back?@ He said, AI=m glad you said so because I would have never said a word about it. I did think something was wrong with me. @ I said, ANo, I felt the same thing.@ That evening we found out that the Blessed Mother blessed every individual there with her mantle of love. That=s why I=ll always tell people, when I write letters, or cards have Mary, Our Lady, cover you with her mantle of love.

        Another time I was in Medugorje. The family that took me there went through a lot of hell with Satan present in their house. I went to take a shower one afternoon and I forgot to take my shower cloth. I opened up the door to see if my roommate was there, he wasn=t. I went and I wrapped the shower cloth around me to go back in. As I went back to the shower for some unknown reason I looked out the window and there was the host covering the sun - pulsating. I wrapped my shower cloth around me and stayed there a couple of minutes. I went to walk away but on the wall next to the bed of my roommate there was a small little glow. It kept getting bigger and bigger. I recognized that it was a woman. I just saw the front part of her. She had a white gown on with a blue mantle. It was kind of a dark blue. Then she came closer. Her hands were at her side. Not like at Medugorje where Mom had her hands out. Then I was about to see her face. I couldn=t handle that. I buried my head into my roommates mattress and I know I cried out loud. I know that. At that moment no book could have taught me about my nothingness and helplessness and unworthiness. That was really a big part of my life - Medugorje. Mom taught me so much there that day.

        The woman that brought me there was in the next room. Late in the evening she had her son knock on my door and asked if I would come to her room. I did. Her husband and son went out on the balcony and she told me what happened to her. It was a similar experience to the one I had only her hands were glued to a window. She couldn=t get them off. When she told me that story, I told her mine. Today we are like brother and sister.

        Now I=m here in the monastery - goes to show you sometimes how you become cocky. Two years ago I saw Our Lady=s hands move. It was a concrete statue of Our Lady and her hands moved back and forth. Boy was I shocked by that. But I accepted it. I remember reading about Our Lady statues moving in Knock, Ireland. I saw that a few times. The following year I saw it couple times. One time, I said, AHow could Our Lady=s hands move they=re in cement?@ I forgot everything. So I did crawl up on the grotto altar there. I felt like ice go right through my stomach and she said, AWhat=s the matter? Don=t you trust me anymore?@ I just came off that altar so fast. AMommy, mommy, I would never do that to you again. Never will I do that again to you.@ Oh, did she teach me a lesson that time! I=ll never forget it.

        I remember another time in school someone told me something that made me real depressed. When I was coming back from school I went down to the grotto and I was really depressed. All of a sudden I burst out laughing. I really laughed hard. I don=t know if anyone was around or not but I said, AMom only you could do this.@ I=ll never forget that. How mom could change things so much.

        The last point I would like to bring out happened about six weeks ago in my room after I came back from school. I talked to Mom in my room and my little sister St. Maria Goretti the statue I=ve have there. There=s this Judy Jordan from the Rosary for Life. She the only person I can really talk to and share with the unborn child. She is at the pre-term clinic every Saturday leading the rosary with a group of people and she goes to planned parenthood every Tuesday night. So it=s easy for us to share things together. I said, AMy Julie.@ All of a sudden a voice came through AMy Julie, too!@ I was shocked! I=m always shocked when things happen like that. Then I heard, AOur Julie.@ I thought that was so cute of Our Blessed Mother to tell it to me that way.

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