Healed of the disease thanks to Santa Rita

At the age of nine months, back in 1944, I fell ill with enteritis.

At that time, when the Second World War was in full swing, there were no drugs to treat this disease. Many children in my area died; I was on the same road, since, as my mother said, for ten days, I had been drinking only a few drops of milk.

Now taken by despair, the mother, very devoted to Santa Rita, thought of entrusting me to her and began the Novena making her the promises that, in case of recovery, she would take me to Cascia to make First Communion.

On the third day of Novena, she dreamed that I was drowning in the bottaccio of the water mill in front of our house; she didn't know what to do because, if she threw herself into the water to try to save me, she risked drowning too, so the two sisters would be left alone.
Suddenly he saw that, swimming, a white dog approached me, took me by the neck and took me to the shore where, waiting for me, there was Santa Rita dressed in white.

My mother, frightened, woke up, ran to my bed and observed that I was sleeping peacefully; from that night my physical condition improved until complete recovery.

On August 15, 1954, he kept his promise made, he took me to Cascia, in the Basilica, to make First Communion. It was a very strong emotion for me; from that day I have always kept Santa Rita in my heart, from which, I am very sure, I will never leave.

TESTIMONY OF GIORGIO SPADONI