When I was 12, I was basically dying. After my mother brought me to three doctors, and they told my mother I wasn’t going to live. Everyone in Haiti, where I lived, goes to church every morning; it is a faithful place. Then one day after I was not eating or drinking for a while and my health looked grim, my mother brought me up to a mountain where miracles were bring performed for years from the Immaculate Conception of Mary. My mother carried me up the mountain and prayed the rosary for me. Then two days later, I began to eat. She called everyone from all over to see the miracle.