Would like to tell the story, but I thought that they would not believe me.

I would like to tell the story, but I thought that they would not believe me. And now, reading the stories of different people, I decided to write everything. I learned about Father Spyridon from the Internet. 

But when I saw his icon, I could not take my eyes off for a long time. His eyes were my own. It's like taking a photo of a native person and remembering something important. I looked and cried.From this day I began to pray to Saint Spyridon about recovery, since I am seriously ill and about the preservation of the family. At one time I will say that my husband was an unbeliever. Instead of a cross, he wore a zodiac sign. I prayed for about four months. Once the husband in perfect confusion leaves from the other room and starts to rush about, searching for something It turns out he was looking for his cross. From his words:

 I'm sitting in a room, I feel that I'm not alone. I turn around, I see an old man sitting, smiling at me. I was not scared, on the contrary, for some reason I was overjoyed. And this old man stretches out his hand, points at the pendent on his neck and says - and this you take off, take off. And go to Alexander, go. Without any questions, it was clear that we are talking about our dear father Alexander. Here such was a meeting. I constantly feel his fatherly love.  And I'm afraid to lose this feeling.