Today is the 5th anniversary of a miracle I witnessed with my own eyes.

I was on the way home when Jessica called me to say Owen had fallen and hit is head at a neighbor’s house and couldn’t see. He had been trying to stand and balance on a basketball and fell straight backwards and hit head first.

He’d gone blind over the course of a few minutes.

I got home a few minutes later, and it was a surreal experience. There was my son who earlier that day could see. And he was blind.

He was calm. He recognized my voice and innocently asked if dad was home when I was standing and talking right in front of him.

I put him in the car and called 911 on the way to the hospital. He couldn’t stay awake. He kept passing out in the seat and I had to keep startling him to get him to stay with me.

The operator encouraged me to pull over and meet an ambulance, so we did.

The professionals on the ambulance were all business. Almost too much all business. It made me think they knew something I didn’t. It scared me.

I watched them load him up, and I took a pic as they put him in because I wondered if it was the last time I would see him alive. I told him I loved him and I would see him soon. I didn’t know at the time if soon was going to be at the hospital or by the crystal sea.

I called Jessica and told her what was happening, and she went to the church to pray. There was an event going on at the church, so she sat outside and prayed in the parking lot.

When I got to the hospital, there was a young priest, Nicholas J Napolitano, walking out as I was walking in.

I’d been in and out of that hospital dozens of times—maybe 100 times or more—visiting friends and celebrating births in the years we lived in Montgomery, and I’d never seen a priest anywhere in sight.

It’s not a very Catholic community.

But there he was. I was desperate, so I called to him from across the parking lot and asked him to pray for my son. I pointed to the ambulance and said they were unloading him now, and to please remember Owen in his prayers.

He said, “Hang on,” went to his car, got a bag, and came back to the door where they were unloading Owen. He stopped everyone in their tracks and said he was anointing the boy and give him just a minute.

He gave Owen the sacrament of the anointing of the sick, said a quick prayer for our family, and away he went.

He probably doesn’t remember that day, but we do.

When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Owen was vomiting nearly constantly. He couldn’t see. He was struggling to stay conscious. He looked like he was dying. He may have been dying.

Within 20 minutes of meeting Fr. Napolitano in the hospital entryway, he was alert and could see again. Within an hour he was able to eat and drink and hold it down.

He had a severe concussion—the kind that makes you go blind. But after I took him home from the hospital that night, he never had another symptom.

They told us how important it was that he not get excited or be active at all for a few weeks, but he was fine. He wasn’t even dizzy. After a few days of him sitting around being bored to tears, we let him get active again and watched him carefully to see if there were any symptoms telling us to restrict his activity.

Nothing.

He once was blind but now could see. He was completely and miraculously healed.

Let's make a little miracle happen this Hallow's Eve.

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Please also remember that Halloween is a Catholic holiday. We use it as a time to pray for loved ones and celebrate those who have hopefully made it to Heaven. Every Our Father and heart felt prayer will not be in vain.

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Venerable Mariacristina Cella Mocellin
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Today is the death anniversary of the Ven. Mariacristina Cella Mocellin. She was an Italian married layperson. She had sarcoma on the leg which was treated before she got married. She had two children. But when she was pregnant with her third child, it was discovered that the cancer reappeared. She refused to have the child aborted and continued with treatment without harming the child, who was born healthy. She died due to cancer.