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| Church of St. Irene Chrysovalantou in Olympi, Chios |
My Saint Irene Chrysovalantou, I come after 29 years since the construction of your church here in my homeland, on the island of Chios, to tell the story of the miracle I experienced in America, where I lived and have lived for years.
Many years have passed since I built the church and this year, when I happened to meet the Nun who edits the publication of your Magazine, she told me that I had to tell the story of your miracle.
So it was a rainy day in April 1981. I came home from work on a Saturday afternoon and saw my wife who was 5 months pregnant looking upset and I said to her, "What's wrong?" and she told me that she had called the doctor and he told her to go to the hospital on Monday. The hospital wasn't far away and we were there on Monday morning.
After a while, I don't remember how long, time had stopped for me, because the doctor came and said to me: "I'm sorry, but I couldn't do anything for the child; the mother is fine."
Many years have passed since I built the church and this year, when I happened to meet the Nun who edits the publication of your Magazine, she told me that I had to tell the story of your miracle.
So it was a rainy day in April 1981. I came home from work on a Saturday afternoon and saw my wife who was 5 months pregnant looking upset and I said to her, "What's wrong?" and she told me that she had called the doctor and he told her to go to the hospital on Monday. The hospital wasn't far away and we were there on Monday morning.
After a while, I don't remember how long, time had stopped for me, because the doctor came and said to me: "I'm sorry, but I couldn't do anything for the child; the mother is fine."
