In the summer of 2015 with our son and daughter-in-law, we were returning late at night from Struga to Ohrid by car. I was sitting on the back seat. When we came to St. Erasmus, on the road there was standing a priest with a cane in his hands. I’ve made the cross sign and said:
– Golden Saint Erasmus, I beg you, don’t block our way! Please pass or let us pass.
The priest stepped away and we passed. I didn’t tell my son and daughter-in-law what I saw, and they didn’t notice anything. At home, as soon as I fell asleep, a voice came in my dreams…
– Your daughter has legs pain. At the top of the chiffonier, there are brown socks. Bring me those socks. I will cure her.
– Who are you that is talking to me?
– I am Saint Erasmus.
I eagerly was waiting for the morning to arrive. Really the socks were back in the chiffonier. My daughter with her family was on holiday in Durus, Albania.
I called there:
– My daughter, how are you? Are your legs still hurts?
– What crossed your mind to aks me so early about my legs? They still hurt me, so what?
– They will not hurt you from today on! – I said.
And that really happened!
… said the woman as she was giving the socks for the Monastery requested by St. Erasmus.
