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A Medal of Our Lady Help of Christians

One Saturday in the month of May, 1869, a young girl, her eyes covered with a thick black bandage, and led by two women, entered the Church of Our Lady Help of Christians at Turin.  Her name was Mary Stardero, of the village of Vinovo, and for two years she had a severe inflammation of the eyes, which resulted in the loss of her sight. She could not walk without a guide, so her aunt and a neighbor accompanied her on the pilgrimage she desired to undertake.  Having prayed at the altar of the Blessed Virgin, she asked to speak to Don Bosco, and the following conversation took place in the sacristy:
   “How long have your eyes troubled you?”
  “I have suffered a long time with my eyes, but for nearly a year I have not been able to see.”
  “Have you consulted the doctors? What do they say? Have you used remedies?”
  “We have, “replied the aunt, “used all kinds of remedies, but none of them produced the slightest effect.  The doctors say the eyes are destroyed, and they give no hope;” then she began to cry.
  “Can you distinguish large objects from small?”
  “I cannot distinguish anything,” she replied.
  “Take off the bandage,” said Don Bosco.  Then, making the young girl face a very bright window, he said, “Do you see the light from the window?”
  “Unfortunately for me I see nothing whatever.”
  “Would you like to see?”
  “Can you ask! I wish it more than anything else in the world.  I am a poor young girl, and the loss of my sight condemns me to a life of misery.” 
  “You will use your eyes for the good of your soul, and not to offend God?”
  “I promise that with all my heart;” adding with a sob, “mine is a very hard lot.”
  “Have confidence in the Blessed Virgin; she will help you.”
  “I hope so; but meanwhile I am blind.”
  “You will see.”
  “What! Shall I see?”
  “For the glory of God and the honor of the Blessed Virgin, name the object I hold in my hand?”
  The young girl strained her eyes, and staring at the object, she cried out, “I see.”
  “What?”
  “A medal.”
  “Of whom!”
  “Of the Blessed Virgin.”
  “And what is on this side of the medal?”
  “On this side, and aged man with a staff in blossom in his hand: it is St. Joseph.”
  “Holy Mother!” exclaimed the aunt, “you see then?” 
  “Yes, I see, thanks be to God; the Blessed Virgin has obtained this favor for me.”
  At that moment she put out her hand to take the medal, but it fell and rolled into a dark corner of the sacristy.
  The aunt bent down to pick it up, but Don Bosco held her back.  “Let her do it; we will see if the Blessed Virgin has perfectly restored her sight.”
  The young girl immediately found the medal without the least difficulty.  The poor girl was so beside herself with happiness that she left the church without a word of thanks to Don Bosco, or even to God, and eagerly ran towards Vinovo, uttering wil cries of joy, accompanied by her aunt and the neighbor.
  She returned later, however, to give thanks to the Blessed Virgin, and did not forget to make an offering for her church.  Since then her eyes have never troubled her, and she leads a perfect life. 
  A singular fact in connection with this is, that the aunt who accompanied her was at the same time cured of violent rheumatic pains she had had for a long time in her shoulder and arm, and which prevented her from working in the fields.
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