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| Gerry on Mt Krizevac in 2005, supported by his walking stick and by a fellow pilgrim. |
• I must begin with a short medical lesson without which some of what follows will not make sense. Osteo-arthritis is an unpleasant and very invasive condition. Medication is available, but can have unfortunate side effects, i.e. it can activate one or more of the many forms of cancer. It is very painful, very uncomfortable condition, though happily hidden.
Over a period of 20 years this condition became ever more invasive in my body, so much so that to get off public transport, I found it easier to alight backwards. This condition reduces freedom of movement and, together with the constant effort given to pain management, does not, as in my case, make one a warm, cuddly, teddy bear. Far from it; consequently and sadly, people tend to avoid one’s company.
On Wednesday, October 12, we flew out from Manchester airport en-route to Medjugorje. Due to an incident at the airport, of which we were unaware of at the time, our flight departure was delayed over an hour, and we arrived at Split airport in Croatia at midnight local time. From there we were bussed to Medjugorje, arriving at 3.00am.
Late the following morning our group was taken to the foot of Apparition Hill to see Vicka, one of the visionaries, and hear her speak about Our Lady and the messages. That evening I went to confession, of which I had felt in great need of for a long time. During the evening dinner our guide advised us that if the weather was suitable we would climb Mt Podbrdo on Friday. When the next day came the weather was good so we took taxi to the base of Apparition Hill. How I managed to climb the hill, I do not know, but when I eventually reached the top I could barely stand, and worse, had great difficulty in getting one breath past another. To say that I was in a mess would be to greatly understate my condition, as many who were near me would testify, including members of my own pilgrimage group.
I had gone to Medjugorje determined not to ask of Our Blessed Mother anything for myself, with one exception: only that I should love God better. For my wife (my Dove) and for my children, I had a list of needs, several volumes long. After making my obedience to Our Blessed Lady I began to make my way down the hillside. People of many nationalities offered assistance, but I refused; not ungratefully, but as I tried to explain, Our Lady had invited me up the hill and it was she who would see me safely down. Such arrogance!
Each evening at 5.00pm there is the recitation of the Rosary (two mysteries), followed by Mass at 6.00pm. That Friday evening we attended St James and during the lull between the end of the Rosary and the beginning of Mass I was taken with the most horrendous pain in my right leg, which started just below my groin and ended just above my ankle. So horrendous was the pain that I thought it was probably a thrombosis brought about by my time on the hill that afternoon. I cannot begin to describe the pain, but horrendous doesn’t come close. How I managed not to scream out in the crowded church I will never know. But after several minutes the pain began to diminish and then disappeared.
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| Three years on and Gerry is still able to get up and down Apparition Hill without his walking stick. |
On Sunday afternoon we went to climb the second of the two hills, Cross Mountain (Mt Krizevac). I am 71 years, not old by any means in this day and age. But from a condition of being hardly able to walk up one hill, finding great difficulty in stepping of buses and having restricted movement, I was able to run up the mountain when others were walking, some with great difficulty. There were in excess of 50 people who can vouch that they saw saw me do this. I did it as a public than you to Our Blessed Lady and the Sacred Heart, for what they had done for me; not, as some may have imagined, to impress anyone. For me, between each of the Stations of the Cross, there were only three people: myself, Our Lady and the Sacred Heart!
As I write this account these weeks have been the best I have ever known, but also some of the most difficult as I try to come to terms with what Our Lady and the Sacred Heart has done for me. It is not only the physical healing. Far more important has been the impact of the inner healing, the change, call it what you will, that has happened within me. I cannot remember ever in my entire life having such a feeling or well-being and inner peace. Nor do I have the words to express the gratitude I feel towards Our Lady and the Sacred Heart, all day, every day.
On the Thursday following our return home, we were getting ready to go to church for Exposition. My wife, searching through her cupboard for a garment, spoke to me. I was on the landing and answered. It was then I had a heart-stopping moment when I realised what had happened. I answered my wife without thinking and without my hearing aid which I had worn every day for the past three years.
Why did I receive such a generous gift when there are so many others more deserving? I don’t know, it’s not my place to ask. But the more I consider what has happened, the more I believe the real miracle will be in the rest of my life.



































