Jim Kunz's Story
This story started in March 2001. During a routine physical, the doctor took a series of blood tests to accompany the exam. One of these tests is called a PSA test, which stands for Prostate Specific Antigen, a potential marker for prostate cancer. A normal reading for a man is a score below 4.0. A reading above 4.0, or an increase of a total of your past PSA score of 1.5, even if the total is below 4.0 requires a follow up visit to a Urologist. The results of my PSA were 7.5, an increase of 5.0 from my past test. My first visit to the Urologist was uneventful, no obvious physical sign of cancer was found, and the doctor explained that various other non-life threatening issues could cause the sudden rise in my PSA, however, he felt that a biopsy would be in order to rule out any cancer. The test was set, and I went about my normal routine. Perhaps, needless to say, as time progressed, so did my anxiety and a re-devotion to my faith.
The test, although uncomfortable, was not a painful experience. The results however, were. I was found to have an aggressive form of cancer. Like most, if not all other cancers, there is a grade level, called a Gleason score for prostate cancer. The numbers run from 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst, and effectively untreatable. Normal mid range scores of 4 to 6 is about average. My test results came back as an 8 on the Gleason scale, clearly in the high and more aggressive range. An operation called a radical prostatectomy was scheduled for a month from that point, April 24, 2001, to be exact.
As time past, my anxiety grew. A close friend of ours, who works with Ray's wife, Nancy, told me about the Rosary and the wondrous works that were going on and being attributed to the prayer group and this fellow named Ray who is blessed with the stigmata. My wife and I attended our first Rosary on April 20, 2001, four days before my surgery. As we arrived, we thought that we most likely wouldn't know anyone who attended the Rosary, other then our friend, since we lived in western Morris County. To our surprise, a former student of my wife, and a neighbor, whose grown children attended school together with our daughters were there. These folks were celebrating miracles that had been afforded them. From that point we felt that this was something very special.
After the Rosary, I spoke and prayed with Ray. Interestingly, we somehow remembered each other from somewhere, although I had long moved from Jersey City. Little was I to know how we actually paralleled each other's life. Ray prayed with us, gave us a sample of the miraculous oil, and we went home. That night past without incident, and then on Saturday night something special occurred. During a night of deep sleep, I had a dream that I remembered. Scientists claim that we dream every night but seldom recall these dreams. I am certainly one of these, as I couldn't begin to tell you about any dreams before, or after that evening. My dream was more like a voice then anything visual. The voice told me that the lab made a mistake with my Gleason score, it specifically mentioned the term Gleason score. It further went on to say that the Gleason score wasn't as high as indicated, but rather "they" wanted me to get the operation before the cancer spread from the prostate, and that I would be fine. In the morning, I told my wife about the dream, although somewhat skeptical, she accepted it at my word. I also told two other close family members about the dream as well. Tuesday April 24 came. Even though I had this dream that all would be well, the day was anything but pleasant. At 6:30 in the morning, on the way to the hospital, we hit a deer, doing a fair amount of damage to the car. The operation, scheduled for 3 to 4 hours took 6 ½, and to top it all a thunderstorm came up that evening, knocking curtains and blinds from the windows at home and soaking carpets. It seemed as if some evil force wouldn't yield and go away defeated and quiet.
That Friday, while lying in the hospital bed, accompanied by my wife and the close family members who I told of my dream, we were met by the doctor. He was quite happy telling me that he had good news; I thought that perhaps I was going to be released from the hospital. He told us that he had the results from the pathology tests, all the margins from the tissue around the prostate were clear of cancer, meaning it hadn't spread. Additionally, the results indicated that my Gleason score had actually been much lower then originally indicated; it came back as a 6, not an 8. Further, this was a very unusual occurrence not normally seen; in fact out of the thousands of operations he had performed, he didn't recall a "mistake" of such magnitude. My family and I looked at each other hugged, cried, and remembered the dream.
Since then, we have attended the Rosary faithfully, used the oil and have praised God for our own little miracle. I've often thought about the mechanism that helped save my life, and I'm not quite sure it's explainable. I feel that Ray is a catalyst for prayer, that he has an "inside track," so to speak. The miracle comes from God, with perhaps a good word from Mary and St. Ann, who Ray asks for their intercession. Whatever the method, the results are nothing less then miraculous! Since we've been going to the Rosary, amazing "coincidences" have accompanied us, too many and perhaps too small to relate. But to give you an indication of them, I mentioned that Ray and I remembered each other from someplace. It seems that we both loaded trucks as teenagers at a local trucking company. Our birthdays are two days apart, my parents are buried in the cemetery close to Ray's home, and my family has been using the house next to his as a landmark to find the gravesite. I don't understand how or why this has happened, only that it has. I thank Ray for being available for calls, prayers, and for his suffering. Most of all, for being that channel to help our prayers be heard just a little bit more!
The postscript to the story is that I'm almost three years out from the surgery, and still the cancer remains undetectable. Our faith has grown, and we value our time and look forward to many years of happiness together.
A Broken Finger
I had a broken finger (I broke it three times over the years in different places) that ever since it broke every time it rained it would hurt...I used your oil on the finger and I have not had any pain since...
Do you remember me telling you that I went to the prayer service March
1st of this year in Jersey City to the ray of hope foundation. Do you
remember me telling you that I received a rose that had been dipped in
oil that was flowing out of the Holy Picture. Well my rose is still
solt and the leaves are still green and not dry. On 6/29 we had an 80th
birthday party for ny cousin .Our mutual friend who is a deacon in the
church was there and I was telling him about the foundation. JHe said he
had heard about Ray but was not too familiar with the details an I told
him all that I knew. He asked to see the rose and he pulled it out of
the bud vasewhich still has water in it. I did not believe my eyes. It
has ROOTS AND THERE ARE 2 NOBS ON THE STEM THAGT LOOK LIKE THEY ARE
GOING TO SSPROUT ANOTHER BRANCH OR ROSE OR SOMETHING. I ALMOST DIED. I
AM TRULY OVERWHELMED TO THINK THIS ROSE HAS LASTED FROM 3/1. AS YOU KNOW
ROSES ARE SO ERISHABLE, THEY REALLY DO NOT LAST TOO LONG IN THE BEST OF
CONDITIONS,,,I WAS SO HAPPY TO THINK IT WAS STILL ALIVE BUT TO FIND
ROOTS. I CANNOT EXPRESS MY FEELINGS . WHEN I RECEIVED MARIETTA, I FELT
THAT I HAD BEEN SINGLED OUT AT MY AGE TO RECEIVE A LITTLE GIRL OF THE
BLUE. THEN MY ROSE BUSH FROM SOUTH ORANGE THAT WAS ALMOST DEAD AFTER 55
UYEAS OF NO GROWTH, STUNTED. MY GRANDMOTHER HAD PLANTED IT ON 12 STREET
AND WHEN WE MOVED TO SOUTH ORANGE MY MOTHER TOOK BOTH ROSE BUSHED WITH
US. ONE DIED AND THE OTHER BARELY HUNG ON, BY A THREAD. THAT WAS l952.
NOW IN 2002 I MOVED TO WARETWON AND UPROOTED THIS PATHETIC LITTLE STUMP
AGAIN. IT USED TO PRODUCE ONE ROSE A YEAR. THE GARDNE LAUGHED AT ME, HE
SAID IT WAS A WASTE OF HIS TIME AND MY MONEY. I ASKED HIM TO HUMOR ME
AND PLANT IT DOWN AT THE HORE ALONG THE FENCE. I SILENTLY ASKED ST
THERESA TO GIVE ME A SIGN IF I HAD MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE TO MOVE TO
WARETWON. I ASKEWD HER TO LE IT BLOOM LIKE NEVER BEFORE. WELL I WISH YOU
COULD SEE IT - IT HAS TAKEN OVER TWOSEGEMNTS OF THE FENCE AND MUST HAVE
HAD ART LEAST 500 ROSES ON IT . THEY ARE PINK FOR ST THERESA. ANDNOW
THIS, A CUT STEM, A RED ROSE THAT NOW HAS ROOTS AND 2
We Believe in Miracles
Maryanne Benardo(my daughter) could not raise her right arm above her shoulder and was in pain. She had an MRI done and
yesterday(Tues.1/7)the MD's secretary called and said the results are in and the doc wants to see her Friday to discuss her options. The
secretary could not tell Maryanne the results. She was showing me how bad her condition was at 4PM today(Wed) and I gave her a
cotton ball of oil I had in my pocket. At 9pm i arrived home and there was a message from Maryanne to call her. I did so,and she was all
excied. She rubbed the oil on her shoulder and in a few minutes her pinky started fluttering on its own. The pain left and she can raise her
arm over her head without any diffuculty. The best part of this is that it will get her and her husband back to church. You may publicize
My name is Joseph Lipari and I have severe Diabetes. I have been on
Dialysis almost 3 years now. My shunts in my arms where they connect
the dialysis machine keep clogging up and they have to find new places
to connect me. They opened up my abdominal wall to put the shunt in
there. Needless to say, it did not work but created a abscess that sent
me to the hospitals and nursing home for the last 10 months. I lost
count of how many times they took me to the operating room to clean out
and debride the wound. It would not heal, which is a side effect of
the diabetes. I could not walk, it was too painful,from not walking I
developed gangrene in my toes . Thankfully they managed to save all my
toes except the pinky which eventually fell off. One day my friend
Connie came to see me at the nursing home and started telling me about
Ray. I listened but that is all I did. I have not been to church or
confession in 40 years.She mailed me some cotton balls with oil on them.
I left them on the night table beside my bed. I kept looking at them.One
day I took one and wiped the area around the would and then placed the
cotton ball under the bandage.I did this for 2 days and then the doctor
came in to redress the wound. He removed the bandages and just looked.
I saw his face and became frightened, and asked what was wrong. He
replied nothing, it was just that the wound had made a turn around.
Everytime they debrided it became little larger since they take all the
effected skin off. The wound was now cleaner, looked smaller and did not
have to be debrided again so they cancelled Monday's debridment
surgery.He call his superior's in to look and they wanted to know what I
did. I TOLD THEM AND THEY said to keep it up.I am still using the cotton
balls as Connie keeps sending them and the wound has gotten much
smaller. When I started usung the balls, the would was about 10 inches
long. It is now about four inches long but keeps getting smaller every
day. She recently told me that she told Ray about me and asked him to
pray for me which he promised he would do. She also told me that she
gave him my picture to pray over. I am now at home for the first time
in 10 months. I still have trouble getting round but am getting stronger
with each passing day. When I left the hospital , the doctors told me
that they never expected that wound in my abdomen to close and that
eventually it would have become life threatening and with my Diabetes,
it could very well have been. As soon as I am stronger and walking
better, Connie is going to take me to Jersey City to meet Ray and give
an oral testimony which I am only to happy to do.I am now trying to get
my sister to come from FLorida,as she is a very sick woman also and my
kid brother, who is diabetic and lost both his legs to it.
MY name is Bahir Ibrahim and I migrated from Egypt in March 1969
brothers. My parents followed later. My father was a Presbyterian
Priest and was also the Dean of the American School System in all of
Egypt; my mother was Professor of English Literature. We are 6
children,, four engineers and two medical doctors.
In the winter of
2000,my 85 year old mother was coming down the escalator at Madison
Square Garden in Manhattan when she fell down the escalator. She
she was fine but a huge black and bluemark appeared on her left
below the knee. Instead of clearing up, it became bluer and bluer
finally turned black. My mother complained about the pain and could
walk on it.After several weeks, it erupted and all this vile pus
out. My sister who is a cardiologist a Winthrop Hospital in Mineola,
Long Island, did not like this and brought my mother to Winthrop for
check up. They biopsied her and came back with the diagnosis of
Angiosarcoma, which is one of the most aggressive and deadly forms
cancer . They said there wasn't"t anything they could do .
We then took my mother to Memorial Sloan Kettering in Manhattan for
second opinion. They looked at the slides and X-rays and agreed
the doctors a Winthrop .The specialists wanted to take her leg at
hip, not as a "cure" for they `also felt it was terminal, but only
measure to buy her time.We had a family conference and my brother
Bessel, who is an Invasive and Interventional cardiologist in
,and we decided not to take her leg as it would only lead to severe
depression and a faster death for my mother. If The Lord wanted her,
her go in one piece. We opted for the radiation treatments and my
went through two rounds of radiation,, 12 treatments each round and
the doctors said the tumor was not that much smaller. By this time
pain was intolerable and my mother used to scream all the time.rMy
sister had nurses for her around the clock but the wound would not
and the radiation seemed to have made it larger My wife was telling
cousin, Lucille Buonocore about it, and Lucille suggested taking her
see Ray But at this time , my brother from Florida came to get my
and brought her back to Florida,as we all thought she would be
comfortable there since it was more like her birth climate. It was
impossible to bring her back up so, Toni, my wife, suggested coming
see Ray and bringing my mother's picture to Ray so that he could
over it.I was very skeptical to say the least, but my wife insisted,
sealing the argument withe statement "What have we got to loose?" So
February 1st,2002, we went to Jersey City to meet Ray. My wife gave
the picture, which he clasped in one hand and then sealed it by
the other hand over it, promising that the would pray for her and
he felt good about it He also gave us cotton balls which had been
in he Holy Oil. I was becoming more astounded by the minute. We
the cotton balls to Florida and I strongly advised my mother not to
touch the edge of the wound with the cotton ball but to go around
perimeter. I was afraid she would get an infection. I used to call
mother on the phone but I could not talk to her for long because
used to cry out in pain and I would hang up. I called her three
after she received the cotton balls to see how she was feeling and
sad about the same. I told Toni who quickly counselled me"to give
chance, miracles do not happen overnight.." I called again and this
my mother told me that the pain had subsided somewhat. This seemed
good news but was it really true or my mother's imagination? I
Again AND my mother told me that yes the pain was definitely less
the wound looked smaller.I did not believe it-I put my brother on
at the hospital and when he called back, I asked it was true that
wound was smaller and the pain less and he answered with a definite
I was very happy but still...... Toni called me "Doubting Thomas"..
This continued until the pain was all gone and the wound closed
completely.She improved to the point where she started to walk with
walker and my brother got rid of the wheelchair. My mother was so
impressed and believed in Ray that she told my brother and the rest
us that she wanted to come backup to Long Island so she could meet
face to face and say "thank you." Before she left Florida, my
took her back to the Oncologist and had her re-evaluated. They took
three biopsies from different areas of the wound site to see if the
sarcoma had arrested. The biopsies all came back NEGATIVE. We could
believe it. My mother said "She knew it because she felt it." On
Friday, September 6th,2002, Toni and I brought my mother to met Ray.
gave an oral testimony to the crowd with my mother and my wife,
Toni,standing alongside of me the whole time.!!!! When I think back
eight months ago, when she left for Florida., we had a birthday
for her before she left. It was the most unhappy birthday party
with everyone thinking it was her last and she would never come back
from Florida.She sensed it and tried to reassure us she would be
We agreed and tried to humor her. Who ever thought I would be
in the Moose Lodge ,8 months later, telling her story! AS MAMA SAYS
'THANKS BE TO GOD AND RAY!"
Miracle August 24, 2002
Pouring Oil - August 30,2002
I went to one of your prayer services at St. Mary's Church. At the time I didn't need prayers for me but asked that a
friend of mine's husband be healed - he was diagnosed with Stage 4 throat cancer and was to undergo various treatments, including surgery. While I did not mail them the oil I did pray very hard for him through Ray and asked for his blessing. After 8 weeks of chemo and radiation he is now cancer free. In fact, his wife e-mailed me today that a full body PET scan showed no signs of cancer anywhere in his body and that "it is truly a miracle." I really believe my friend's husband has been cured through the miracle of the prayers.
At this time, I would like to ask for prayers for my boss who is severly diabetic and has now been diagnosed with prostate cancer. I still have the oil from the last time and will pray very hard for him to be cured. Please ask Ray's blessing again for my boss and friend who is very ill.
Miracle Healings - July 29, 2002
During the month of July, 2002, at the rosary house, Ray, my husband Elias and myself experienced a beautiful miracle. After our rosary recital, I
requested from Ray additional miraculous oil to take home for the purpose of distributing the oil to many individuals in need of various healings. I
have made it a habit to always carry with me packets of the oil along with the newspaper copies of Ray's stigmata and miracles.
I brought with me two small bottles with a capacity of approximately one ounce each. One of the bottles was opaque plastic and originally contained
holy water. The other smaller bottle(approx. 1/2 oz capacity) was glass. Ray told me that the miraculous portrait did not produce enough oil for the
tray that evening but as he proceeded to pour the available small amount of oil into the plastic bottle, the bottle instantly filled up with the miraculous
oil; I brought him the glass bottle and that bottle filled to the top and Ray still had some remaining oil. Ray was amazed with this unusual experience
as was myself and my husband. I recall watching as Ray began to pour the oil into the bottle. I stood dumbfounded at how the first bottle was filled
instantly and there was more for the second bottle. We then realized that we had just experienced a very beautiful and unexpected miracle! Well, I
guess that most miracles are unexpected and frequently they are unannounced and quiet. I am very thankful and humbled by this awesome
Truly, this is another example of the power and the love of Jesus, Our Blessed Mother and St. Ann. The Mother of God loves each of us beyond our
understanding and she "desires to grant all that is asked on her account." (St. Theophilus of Antioch)
Pray the rosary and encourage others to pray the rosary.
Your friend in prayer,
Miracle Healings in Jersey City, NJ USA
By Diane Ele
A miraculous healing took place last month in September, 2000 at the monthly Rosary in Jersey City, NJ
honoring the weeping icon of Holy Mary and her mother St. Ann. The icon plus other religious figures in
the house of Ray and Nancy Skop drip tears of oil. This oil is used as a healing aid to the sick. Ray Skop,
the owner of the icon has frequently shown signs of Stigmata on his hands, head and feet and speaks to
Holy Mary in visions and dreams.
Two girls ages 15 and 16 came to Ray Skop for healing beacause of an illness where they were unable to
walk for about 2 years. The doctors could not explain this crippling disease. When they did attempt to
walk, the girls could barely hold their own weight and wabbled uncontrollably as they made steps.
When the girls arrived, Ray told them that thier legs would feel differently and they would walk. Well, the
girls legs turned red and Ray grabbed 1 girl on each arm and walked them up the aisle. To everyone's
surprise the girls started to walk. The girls were cured. After this, they both were overcome with tears. One
of the girls cried for 2 hours. Her name is Laurie.
Laurie's mother was unable to attend this Rosary, so she attended with the other girl and her mother. After
Laurie composed herself, she called her mother and said to her, "You are not going to believe this, I am
walking". Her mother said that she didn't believe it. When she got home, her mother was shocked to see
her daughter completely recovered.
The next morning, Laurie woke up and ran around the house and in her backyard, she was cured. Laurie is
now preparing to join the Soccer team once again as she was Most Valuable Player before this illness
struck. Is this a coincidence? Laurie's mother swears it is a true miracle.
Aaron James - Feb 27, 2002
Last month I wrote reporting the miracle my daughter's sister-in-law, Lydia's, pregnancy. Lydia was married for five years and had suffered two miscarriages and
thereafter was unable to conceive. She and her husband had just begun the routine fertilization testing process. I gave her some of the miraculous oil from Our
Blessed Mother and encouraged her to pray and soon after quite surprisingly, she became pregnant.
This past Monday, February 18, 2002 she delivered a 5lb. 8 oz. baby boy. They named him Aaron James.
Well, mother and child are doing fine and the father is elated and a stronger believer!
This is just one happy result that is an example of the miracles taking place all around us.
We must all remember that the message of the Blessed Mother is to pray more often, and especially to pray the rosary.
Your friend in prayer,
Miraculous Oil - Feb 18 2002
I am attaching a wonderful letter from a friend who resides in Brooklyn.
She is testifying to the miraculous oil that I mailed to
Many, many thanks for your good wishes, the copy of the news article
describing phenomena regarding St. Ann and the
Blessed Mother and mostly the holy oil.
After setting aside a few moments to sit and really read the letter and
article you sent, I began to pray. My miracle was after
blessing myself with the holy oil, I got a warm feeling where I applied
the oil, but what I asked for was help - I've been wanting
to stop smoking and could not do it, also I was resisting the use of
nicotine aids. After about two days, I just prayed as usual,
then was able to get by each day and not smoke or purchase any more. I
feel I was assisted by the oil, it was a combination
of everything and have been trying to do this for quite some time, and
now I did it, not entirely alone. I believe I was assisted
from above. I am thankful for the messenger - thank you Mary.
While at the Rosary at Jeanette Farage's home recently, she passed the
envelope of oil and said this oil never seems to go
dry (the cotton) and that she's taken it all about to different meetings
of people. What could it be?
Lorraine and I are going to try and get to New Jersey where we can see
Once again thank you for taking the time out to send the things you did
and your good wishes. God's blessings on you and
Mystery Woman - Feb. 8/02
My daughters friend is pregnant and has been going to the Rosary
meetings. The unborn infant has a defect in the heart and will need an
operation immediately after birth. The girl says the Rosary every day and
uses the oil from a cotton ball. This afternoon(saturday) she took her two
boys (8 and 12) to the movies at a mall in Sayerville. After the show she
went to the ladies room and told the boys to wait for her. While at the sink
she noticed a woman standing next to her observing her in the mirror. The
girl says she was taken by the beauty of the lady. She says she literally was
the most beautiful woman she ever saw. The woman smiled and said" I see you
are having a baby." When the girl answered yes,the woman reached out and
touched her stomach and said,"you know this is a gift from God." The girl
acknowledged that she knew this, and again the woman said,"you know,this is a
gift from God. The girl left but felt she should talk to the woman some more
and told the boys "lets wait for a woman I met in there. They waited outside
of the ladies room and no one came out. When she went in to see the woman,the
room was empty.
When she got home,she started to say the Rosary and took out a cotton ball.
The ball overflowed with oil. So much so,that her hand was covered and
dripping with oil.I'm sure she'll be there on the lst to tell her story,but I
could'nt wait to tell someone.
"Little Miracles" - January 7, 2002
I just wanted to tell you that it was nice seeing you again last Friday. I brought a friend, Samira, who recently
underwent colon surgery and may require chemo. Ray prayed for her after the rosary.
For the third time, I'm mailing my friend, Marie, who lives in North Carolina more miraculous oil. Seems to me that all
my friends with the name of Marie are very kind and spiritual. She in turn has been giving her friends, who are in
need of healing the miraculous oil. You might say that she is my recruit in NC. I also have another recruit in Rhode
Island, Antoinette, who distributes the oil to those in need of healing. Antoinette's daughter, Mimi, has also
become active in distributing the oil. Mimi's husband is an internist and very well known in their community. I hope
that you now understand why it's important for me to always have a supply of miraculous oil. My dentist attended
last Fri. rosary meeting for the first time. He brought three of his friends. He has back problems and tells me that
each time he uses the oil, his pain subsides. Another friend tells me that her knee pain lessens with each
application of the holy oil. She had laproscopic knee surgery approx. 5 years ago and has been in pain ever since.
My daughter, Judy's sister-in-law was married for five years and suffered two miscarriages and was unable to
conceive thereafter. I told her to use the oil and to pray. A few weeks later she confided that she became
pregnant. Her baby is due this coming February. I love hearing this stuff!!
You might describe me as a "big mouth". I have told many people and I encourage everyone I give or mail the oil
to, that the Blessed Mother is asking for prayers and especially prayers for world peace.
My oldest daughter, MaryLou, has also been distributing the oil to those who are undergoing chemo or have other
health problems. She's as adamant as I am about the Blessed Mother.
I have given and mailed friends and relatives in Brooklyn, NY the oil. There are so many people with a variety of
ailments that it is difficult to comprehend. I derive my strength from Jesus and His Mother. I have a deep sense of
responsibility towards serving Them. I love Jesus and Mary very much and am happy to serve them. You might call
me a Jesus and Mary "elve"- an elve that loves to broadcast. We really have to laugh and smile!
Well, this note has grown longer than I expected. Hope you don't mind. You're on my daily rosary recital list. I
believe that your prayers are being answered and I feel confident that you're on your way to getting better. See ya'
at the next prayer meeting.
Martha V. Witt Story
Martha V. Witt Story - February 27, 2001
To give you a little background, in May 1999, I had a colonoscopy performed and discovered I had colon cancer! The tumor had spread to my liver. Surgery was performed 4 days later and was told it was malignant. I was told there was o cure for my cancer, but chemotherapy would "buy me time." Needless to say, my future wasn't very bright; in fact, it appeared downright bleak!
I am married with two children (our son was just starting his career as a special education teacher and our daughter had entered her sophomore year in college at the time). To be brief, I had much to live for and look forward to. However, I took the news in stride and never became depressed. I continued my life as normally as possible and truly appreciated each day as a blessing. I was constantly told I had a great attitude and outlook on life.
I started chemotherapy in July 1999 (for one full year). In the fall (I think it was October), my very dear and close friend (Mrs. Louise Savino) told me about Ray. She urged me to accompany her on the evening that he prays the rosary. At that time, Ray was having the meetings in the basement of his home.
Coincidently, that was the evening that Ray was holding a beautiful blond-haired little girl who could not walk in his arms. He asked us all to help pray for her, because she was a very special child. After the rosary, my friend went up to Ray and asked him if he would please pray over me, as he did with many people that asked him for a special blessing. When he put his hand on me and prayed for me, he was still holding the little girl. I started to cry, which was the first time I shed a tear since I heard of my diagnosis. I don't think I was crying for myself, but I felt very touched by the little girl.
I continued my chemotherapy. By that Christmas, I had routine tests taken. My Oncologist told me the cancer "marker" number had gone down. By the end of my treatments the following year, I seemed to be in remission!
I honestly cannot say with all conviction that it was definitely a "miracle." But... when I asked my doctor (the Oncologist) if she thought she would see the good results with me, she shook her head and said she didn't think so from the early prognosis. In fact, when she reported my results to the surgeon who operated on me, she told me he was quite surprised!!!
So, I'd like to think that in addition to the chemo, it was Ray's prayer for me that night, plus all the prayers from my family and friends. I will continue to attend his rosary services every chance I get. My friend Louise is thoroughly confined it was Ray's intercession for me...and maybe it was!
Good luck with your book and may God always bless your little girl, and your family, and of course, Ray.
Jennifer's Story February 13, 2001
My daughter at the time was 14 years old. Jennifer was going to have hand surgery. Jen was born with a right hand deformity. Jen's surgery was scheduled for December 13, 1999 at 8:30 am and all went well thank God. But the healing pain was unbearable - just too painful. So I called Ray as he instructed after her surgery. Ray told me to bring Jen over, he held her hand and prayed over the her. The expression that came over my Jennifer's face...you could actually see the relief on her face. As soon as we got into the car Jen cried and finally slept.
Thank you Ray.
We love you,
Diane and Jennifer
Anna Palladina's Story
Joanne Obrero Story December 22, 2001
I was diagnosed with gastric cancer in June 2000. The cancer started at the gastric-esophageal junction and had spread to the pancreas and colon. By the time the doctors found what was wrong with me, it was in advanced stages and surgery was not an option. I was hospitalized for a month and Sloan Kettering hospital started chemotherapy treatment immediately. After two months the cat-scan showed no shrinkage. The doctor told me they would try other treatments but she didn't think they could cure me. It seemed they would prolong my life as long as they could. I was very discouraged and felt hopeless. I did start seeing a different oncologist who I felt had a more positive attitude and was more aggressive. Then my good friend and neighbor, Pat Keating, told me about Ray. He came over and excitedly explained that he knew Ray for many years. That he had worked for Ray's father. He said that there were lots of amazing stories about miracles of healing that Ray was responsible for through his prayers. At this point I would do anything to get healthy. I am only 39 years old and I have two small kids that need me. So Pat took me to Ray's house and he prayed with me and I held the picture and Ray told me that he felt I was going to be ok. He kept in touch with me and called me during my chemotherapy treatments and we talked and became good friends. He had the rosary society pray for me and he prayed on the phone with me. I met him on October 18th 2000. After a few more rounds of chemo, the doctor did an endoscopy and saw the lesion that once showed up as an ulceration was now gone. He biopsied the areas and it came back negative. He was amazed and told me that I have a benign mucosa in the lining of my stomach! He told me the good news on December 11th 2000. I think the oncologist in New York is still shocked that his treatment worked so quickly. So far, I feel great and I'm eating and that was something I had a lot of trouble with. Ray was so kind to bring us to his house and he was so compassionate about what I was going through. I have never met anyone like him. I have only been to one rosary meeting but I can see he is a truly gifted and special person. He is also a friend to me and he still prays for me and keeps in touch. He never expects anything in return for all he does for others. He sincerely loves helping people and he was so happy when I told him my good news. I had faith in him and prayed so much for me and because of him I have experienced a miracle.
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Anna Palladina's Story - December 8th, 2001
I met you at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel gym on the 8th. I came in early with Ray and my cousins from Lake Hopatcong. I don't know if you remember my story. I had had a stroke and was left paralyzed on my left side. I went to Ray's house and by the second week I started to move my arm and my fingers. In June of 1998 I had gone for a mamogram and a growth was discovered. I was scheduled to go for a needle-o-biopsy on July 17. I saw Ray the night before. He told me that when I went for the biopsy they would not find anything. I thought, "God, we know it's there. I saw the x-rays". The following day came and I went in the hospital room holding a photo of the Blessed Mother which Ray had given me. After _ hour of trying to find the tumor and another hour with 4 different doctors the tumor was no where to be found.
Faith and prayer are very strong medicine!