See what happened when a doctor read the Greetings of the Virgin Mary

I had finished my morning treatment orders and was empty. My phone rang. He was my brother who was with my parents on the island at the time. "Let me tell you, Dad does not speak very well, as if he is drunk but has not drunk." "Give it to me," I replied. My father, 73 years old with a history of heart surgery-double bypass, metal valve, and carotid surgery, under treatment that follows reverently according to the consultation we make between us. He gave it to me; indeed my father spoke as if drunk as if chewing his words. I looked for my brother again: »does he walk normally? does he smile normally? does he have strength in his arms and legs? " "Everything is fine but he does not speak well." "You load him in the car now and take him to the hospital." I close the line and at once I take my old director in pathology and cardiology. "My father comes to you with dyslexia of recent onset with his well-known history." I take my brother again, "as soon as we started, we will be there in 15 minutes". "They are waiting for you, you are not waiting for emergencies, you are going to the clinic inside, okay? »« Ok ». A thousand thoughts, thousands of frightening thoughts. You don't even have to be a doctor for the word "stroke" to come to mind with thoughts of irreversible damage etc. I took them again. They had started. My father's speech is unchanged. Need help. Immediate help! Yes but from whom ?? A thought went through my mind…. From Gorgoepiko !!!!! She herself has said that she quickly comes to the aid of those who ask her. I found her picture, opened the greetings, and started reading them. Several times I liked doing it at work when I had time. I reached T with difficulty due to my grief. Reading "and all those who come to you" I shook my finger as if I wanted to say to the Virgin "remember what you promised"! I thought to myself, "What are you doing now?" to which do you move your finger? "Will you tell the Virgin Mary what to do?" and I burst into tears, one for my father, one for my finger…. In a real cry, I finished the greetings. "Please, my Virgin, you saw your Son on the Cross. You know what pain is for you. For my father, please. You know how much your Son loves His Father. This love is not comparable but consider it and help me " I immediately thought of ordering something for her, not because the Virgin Mary buys or wants gifts but like that, from the heart. I thought about a couple of things but I would not miss any of them. No one would bother to give it to me. My gaze also fell on something I had on me and I realized that my mind did not want me to look at it. I looked at it again and my mind was saying it would be a shame. That's what I had to give her! I would miss it a lot. I took it out, put it in front of her, and told her that I know she does not want gifts but from my heart inside, halal as a memory of Her love. And she did not need to listen to me, I would go to her anyway. I just needed help. It had been 15 minutes since my brother and my father started for the hospital, 7 minutes since we last spoke. This time I did not take it, he took me. "Come on, your father wanted a walk, it's fine" "Give it to me !! « My father's normal, hassle-free voice! Now I did not know what to cry for! The mere thought that the Virgin Mary had heard what I asked of her and nodded to me still makes me shudder. Being a doctor I am not at all gullible in these matters, especially in my specialty. And I know that there are, for example, transient ischemias that last for some time and can resolve on their own. 3 days later, a lady in the clinic showed exactly the same symptoms. He died instantly without being able to do anything after 2 hours…