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Got my halter monitor and went to the shrine. The shrine was a bit eerie, choir music coming out of speakers disguised as rocks. There was a book there for people to sign and it was full of people's prayers for a miracle, some very personal and detailed, it made me cry. I added my own note to the book basically asking the saint to bless my family and thanked him for making me believe even if it was just for a moment that there could be such things as miracles. I never cry like that, I'm such a freak, but I can relate to people's desperation in just wanting to feel better, so hence the tears. My husband thinks however I had been "touched", you know by something almighty, I think he's more of a freak than I am. But then I also think he's almost as desperate as I am for me to feel better.