A gentleman, who came from Foggia, Italy, was 62 years old in 1919 and he walked using two canes. He had fallen from a carriage breaking his legs. The doctors had been unable to help him. After confessing himself to Padre Pio, the friar told him: "Stand up and go away! You have to throw away these canes. That man carried out the order and started to walk by himself again. All of the witnesses were astonished.


Another extraordinary event happened in 1919 in San Giovanni Rotondo. A gentleman was 14 years old in 1919. When he was four years old he caught typhus. He also developed a side effect.  His back  became deformed.  Once he confessed himself to padre Pio who touched him with his holy hands. Suddenly the boy stood up and the  deformity in his back disappeared.


Grazia was a peasant who was twenty-nine years old. She had been blind from birth. She used to go to the little Church of the convent in order to meet padre Pio. Once Father Pio asked her "if she wanted to see", "Of course, I would!" answered the girl, "but I want to see, only if this is not due to me, not to any pity", "Well, you will recover said padre Pio and he sent her to Bari, Italy where there was a very good doctor who was the husband of one of padre Pio's friends. But the doctor, after checking the patient's eyes, told his wife: "There's no hope for this girl!  Padre Pio can heal her only by a miracle but I must send her back home without operating on her." His wife insisted and told her husband: "But if padre Pio has sent her to you...you could at least try to operate on her, at least on one of her eyes."  The doctor agreed and operated on both of her eyes. Grazia's eyes were healed! She could see now. When she was back in San Giovanni Rotondo, she ran to the convent and she knelt down at padre Pio's feet. The friar ordered her to stand up. She told him "Bless me, Father...bless me! So he marked the sign of the Cross on her but she was still waiting to be blessed. In fact, when she was a blind woman, padre Pio used to bless her by making the sign of the Cross on her head with his hand. So at that point padre Pio said: "How do you want to be blessed? With a bucket of water poured on your head?


A woman said “In 1947 I was thirty-eight years old and I had been suffering cancer of the intestine. The cancer was found by x-ray, and it was decided to operate. Before going to the hospital I wanted to visit San Giovanni Rotondo to meet Padre Pio. My husband, my daughter and one of her friends, took me to him. I desired to confess my sins to Padre Pio and to speak with him concerning my disease, but it was not possible to meet him. My husband told my problem to one of the friars. That friar was much moved and he promised to report all to Padre Pio. In a short time I was asked to go into the corridor of the convent where FOTO6.jpg (6923 byte)Padre Pio would pass. Padre Pio walked through the crowd, but he was interested only in me. He asked me the reason for which I was so distraught and told me I was thinking correctly concerning the surgeon. After that he encouraged me and he said he’d pray to God for me. I was amazed. In fact, he did not know the surgeon who was going to perform the operation, and nobody told him that I was the right person to speak to in the crowd. Yet, he appeared to know both the surgeon and me. I faced my operation hopeful and with peace. The surgeon was the first one who spoke of a miracle. He performed an appendectomy despite previous x-rays that showed cancer. The surgeon did not believe in God, but since then he put a crucifix in each room of the hospital. There was no evidence of cancer anymore. After this miracle and a short time of rest I returned to San Giovanni Rotondo in order to meet with Padre Pio. The saintly friar was going to the sacristy when he suddenly stopped and smiled at me - he said: “What do you know? You have come back here!”...and he gave me his hand to kiss, which I affectionately held in my hands.


A gentleman said: “My left knee was swollen for days and I had great pain in that part of my leg. The doctor told me the situation was very serious and he prescribed a lengthy series of injections. Before starting the treatment I wanted to go to Padre Pio. After my confession I spoke to him about my knee and I asked him to pray for me. When I was leaving San Giovanni Rotondo that afternoon, the pain disappeared. I observed my knee and noted it was not swollen anymore! Both my legs were now normal. So I immediately ran to Padre Pio in order to thank him. He said: “You do not have to thank me, but you have to thank God!  Afterwards, he added smiling: “Tell your doctor he can get the injections himself”.


A woman said: “I had a normal pregnancy in 1952, but during the birth some problems occurred. My son was born with complications and I needed a blood transfusion. But, because of the emergency they did not properly assess which type of blood I needed. I am “O” type but they gave me “A” type. The following consequences were very serious: high fever, convulsions and a pulmonary constriction along with other health problems. A priest was even called in order to give me holy viaticum, and he had to give it to me with a little water because I was in a very bad condition. When my relatives took the priest to the gate, I was alone. At that point Padre Pio appeared to me by showing me his stigmatized hands. He said: “I am Padre Pio, you will not die! Pray with me an “Our Father” and in the future you will come to San Giovanni Rotondo to meet with me.” The result of this apparition was the following: I was going to die some minutes before and I stood up and sat down some minutes later. When my relatives came back to my room they found me praying. I invited them to pray together with me and I told them about the vision. We prayed and my health got better. All the doctors realized a miracle had occurred. I went to San Giovanni Rotondo after several months in order to thank Padre Pio. I met with him and he gave me his hand to kiss. When I was thanking him I smelt the famous Padre Pio perfume. He told me: “You received a miracle but you do not have to thank me. The Sacred Heart of Jesus sent me to rescue you because you are devoted to His Heart and you practised the Nine First Friday’s of the month.”


A lady told: “In 1953 I had a medical check and x-rays because of pains to the abdomen. The situation was very serious: I needed an urgent operation. A friend of mine, to whom I confided my problem, suggested to me: “write a letter to padre Pio in order to ask for his prayers and help”. I had an answer in which padre Pio suggested me to go to hospital: he would pray for me there. So I went to hospital and I had a medical check-up and x-rays again prior to facing the operation. But the same doctors who told me I was seriously sick were astonished and realized I did not have the serious illness anymore. After forty years I am still thanking Padre Pio for his help. In fact he does not deny his powerful help to whoever asks for help.

A lady said: “In 1954, my father, who was a railway-man, fell ill with a strange disease which immobilized his legs. He was forty-seven years old at the time. He was treated by a lot of doctors without any success and after approximately two years of treatment my father was going to have to retire from his work. Since the situation got worse, my uncle suggested my father to go to San Giovanni Rotondo where a friar had been living to whom God had given a lot of gifts. So my father went to San Giovanni Rotondo with my uncle’s help, facing a lot of problems. In the Church he met Padre Pio who said: “Let that railway-man  pass!” Yet, Padre Pio had never met my father before then so he could not know my father was a railway-man. Anyway, Padre Pio and my father met and spoke to each other for some minutes. Later, Padre Pio put his hand on my father’s shoulder, he consoled my father and he encouraged him with a smile. As soon as my father left Padre Pio, he realized he had been healed. While my father took in his hand the tools he needed to walk he was not using them anymore, my uncle followed him astonished.

A gentleman, who came from the south of Italy in Puglia, was a famous atheist in this region. He was well known for the fervor with which he fought the Catholic Religion. His wife was a Catholic woman but her husband had strictly forbidden her to go to church and speak about God to their children. In 1950 that man fell ill. The doctors made a serious diagnosis: he had two cancers, the first one in the brain, the second one behind the right ear. There was no hope for him! Here is his report: “I was taken to the hospital in Bari. I was very frightened by the pain and the thought of death. The fear drove me to pray to God. I had not prayed since I was a child. They moved me from Bari to Milan in order to try to operate on me and save my life. The doctor, who visited me, told me the operation was very difficult and there were a lot of doubts about its outcome. At night, when I was in Milan, I dreamt of Padre Pio. He came to touch my head and he told me: “Don’t worry you will recover in the future”. The morning after, I felt better! The doctors were astonished because of my improvement, however they thought it was necessary to operate on me. On my part, I was very terrified of the operation so I escaped from the hospital just some minutes before going into the operation room and I hid myself in my relative’s house in Milan, where my wife was as well. Some days later I had pain again and I went back to hospital. The doctors did not want to take care of me anymore but they did. They made other checks before going ahead with the operation. At the end of the medical checks all the doctors were astonished to realize, that I had no cancers. I was astonished too because I had smelt the scent of violets during the medical checks and I knew it was a signal of Padre Pio’s presence. I asked for the doctor’s bill before leaving the hospital but the doctor told me: “I haven’t done anything in order to heal you so you do not have to pay me”. When I went back home I wanted to go to San Giovanni Rotondo to thank Padre Pio. I was sure he had healed me. But when I arrived at the church convent, I started to have pain again. It was so painful I fainted! Two men carried me up to the Padre Pio’s confessional. As soon as I saw him I said: “I have five children and I am very sick, save me father, save my life.” - He answered: “I am not God, nor Jesus Christ, I am just a priest like any other priest, not more, maybe less. I can not do miracles!  I implored crying “Please, Father, save me.” Padre Pio turned his eyes to the sky and I saw his lips praying. At that same moment I smelt the scent of violets I had smelt in hospital. Father Pio told me: “Go home and pray! I will pray for you! You will recover! - I went home and the pain disappeared.


A gentleman said in 1950, my mother-in-law was taken to a hospital for an operation. She had cancer in the left breast. In fact, it was necessary to operate on the right side some months later, but due to the dissemination of the cancer cells in her body, the doctors said she could not live more than four months. In Milan somebody told us about Padre Pio and his miracles to us. I immediately went to San Giovanni Rotondo and I awaited my turn for confession. I asked Padre Pio to help my wife’s mother and heal her. Padre Pio sighed long twice and said: “We have to pray, everybody has to pray. She will recover! It happened! In fact my mother-in-law recovered after her operation and she went by herself to San Giovanni Rotondo to thank Padre Pio who smiling told her: “Go in peace, my daughter! Go in peace!” - Instead of four months my mother-in-law  lived for nineteen years! We all have thanked father Pio for years.


Another Padre Pio miracle was considered a permanent miracle. This miracle concerns a Tuscany railway-man who died in 1983 when he was seventy years old. He said: “I am a living challenge to science! In 1945 I lived in the Siena province. I was married and had a son. He was a caretaker in a railway electrical plant system. On 21st of May, in the morning, when he was going to work by motorbike, he crashed into a truck. He was taken to the hospital and the doctor diagnosed a fractured skull, the breach of the left eardrum, some ribs broken and five fractures of the left leg. Only several days after the incident could the doctors establish if his life was still in danger. He had had good improvement but not in his leg. The doctors could not heal it. He was taken from one hospital to another in order to find the right solution for his leg. He said: “I was taken to the Orthopaedic Hospital of Siena where I had been under care for one year. Then I went to the Rizzoli Hospital in Bologna. I can say that after some operations my femur had  recovered but because of several problems my legs became completely rigid. The doctors told me I had a fibrous anchylosis on my left knee and they were not able to heal me. Moreover the wounds caused by the operations were not healing. Several trials had been done in order to bind up my leg without success. At that point the doctors of the Orthopaedic Hospital of Siena decided to go ahead with another trial; in fact they wanted to practice a forced bending of my leg by using the Zuppinger machine in total anesthesia. Unfortunately the last attempt to recover my leg was done without success. In fact, when the doctor insisted with that effort, my femur broke again and and I was forced to have my leg put in plaster for a further two months. In 1948, at the beginning of the year, I was discharge from the Orthopaedic Hospital of Siena and I was declared incurable. I had to remain with my rigid leg for all my life. I was thirty-five years old and I did not want to give up. So I decided to try with other doctors but I had so few hopes to recover, that I did not want to face a new operation. I was so demoralized and sad that I looked like a wounded beast. I could not stand anybody.  In desperation I didn’t want to live anymore! I vented all my anger against my wife who supported me. I used the canes to move myself but I hardly succeeded in dragging myself only for few meters.  My legs were both rigid and full of bleeding with painful wounds. I often tried to do something by myself but I usually fell down. So I cried, cursing everyone and God. My wife believed in God, but I did not believe in God. She went to Church and I told her off. I swore out of spite and she cried! A religious once came to our parish to hold a lecture. Somebody told him of my condition and he wanted to speak to my wife in order to give her support. Furthermore he told her: “Why don’t you take your husband to San Giovanni Rotondo, to Padre Pio, a friar that does miracles? My wife told me those words hopefully but I burst out laughing and I profanely spoke against Padre Pio. But my wife did not want to lose that chance so she decided to write a lot of letters to Padre Pio but she did not get any answer. Then she started again to speak to me about the friar asking me to satisfy her request. My condition was getting worse and I realized my life was ending. So I hopelessly surrendered myself to my wife and told her: “OK, let’s try this too! I had a very bad trip! When I was on the train I was laid on a stretcher but when I had to get up and go into the carriage I felt an atrocious pain in my leg. The first step was to Rome, the second step was Foggia. In order to arrive in San Giovanni Rotondo there was only a bus from in Foggia, which usually started in the early morning, so we decided to spend the night in a Hotel. While I was dragging myself with my canes, I fell down in a puddle. The railway station workers had heard I was a railway-man like themselves and asked me to spend the night in an office of the railway-station. So I spent the night there. In the early morning my wife, my son and I took the bus to go to San Giovanni Rotondo. The bus stopped two kilometers from the little church and Friary. At that time the roads were not asphalted. I don’t know how I managed to arrive at the church. As soon as I went into the little church I sat down on a chair exhausted. I had never seen a Padre Pio photo; therefore, I could not recognize him. In the church there were a lot of friars. Now close to me there was a friar who was hearing a woman’s confession. The curtain, which hides the priest in the confessional, was opened. The friar was inside the confessional was looking on the floor and his hands were hidden in the sleeves of the garb. When he raised his head to bless the woman in front of him I noticed he wore some particular half gloves. In that moment Padre Pio watched me for a couple of seconds. Under that look my body started to shake like a violent electric shock had hit it. Father Pio went out from the confessional some minutes later and went away. In the afternoon, at four p.m. we went again into the church. My son took me into the church while Padre Pio was still hearing confessions. There were some people before me and fifteen minutes later my turn came. Using my canes I approached Padre Pio. I tried to say something, but he did not give me time to speak. He started to speak and told me exactly my life, my character and my behavior. I was completely taken by his words and I forgot my leg and my problems. When he raised his hand to bless me I felt the same shake I had felt before in the morning. Without paying attention to my knee I knelt down and signed myself with the cross. Then, I stood up, took my sticks in my hands and I went away walking without any problem. My wife, who was in the Church, watched me with the sticks in my hands as I was going without any help but she did not see I was walking by myself. She just told me: “What a beautiful face you have!”  We stopped and prayed for a while and we went toward the gate. Only at that point my wife realized what had happened. She said, “Giuseppe, are you walking? I stopped and noticed I had the sticks in my hands. “It is true, I am walking and I do not have any pain”. “Daddy” my son said, “you even knelt when you were in front of Padre Pio”. I could now make all movements without any problems or pains. I examined my legs and I noticed all my bleeding and painful wounds had been healed. Now I could see just the dry scars. “I am really healed,” I told my wife and I burst out crying. My trip on the way home was a show. In fact whenever I had a stage, I spoke about my healing. I went again to the Orthopaedic Hospital of Siena for a medical visit. The doctors were appalled. In fact they could not believe I had been walking. Moreover; after the x-rays were done again on my leg, they also realized that my leg had not changed. The fibrous anchylosis of the knee was still there and for that reason I could not have walked. My case was also shown during a medical conference in Rome. I was visited by a lot of scientists who came from foreign countries. Everyone went away amazed.

Sister Pagani said:  "I had planned a trip to see Padre Pio again but before I left I wanted to go to greet Brother Gianfranco. He was the priest of my town and he was in Hospital for a cancer to the lung. The patient asked to me to recommend him to the monk: "Tell  the Father something about my illness." 

When I arrived at St. Giovanni Rotondo, together with some other person, somebody let me stand in the corridor of the convent. Padre Pio would have crossed the corridor. I was absorbed in my thoughts when Padre Pio arrived. He shook the hand to me in order to kiss them and I spoke a little. The Father said: "Do you have other things to tell me? ". 

I was surprised at the question, but I said: "Father! Our priest has a cancer and he is waiting for some word from you."

Padre Pio said: "..if God wants to him to die, what can we do? 

"Father he wants to heal." 

The Saint stayed few minutes in silence and then he said: "OK, it is not a problem... 

When I went back home I knew that Brother Gianfranco had left the hospital. I went to him and I explained to him what padre Pio said.

Between the end of 1953 and the beginning of 1954 Pope Pio XII had a physical breakdown from stress: "He was unable to eat and when he did try he would vomit the food back up. He was also trouble by nausea and hiccup. The only respite he got were  short sleeps of half hours. Eventually it was necessary to feed him artificially.

While the Pope was sick, Padre Pio promised to pray for him and also offered up to God his own health and life instead of the Pope.

Some days later Padre Pio became sick with a high fever.

Father Costantino Capobianco said: I was unaware about Padre Pio’s promise and the reason for his sickness, but Father Agostino, who knew all the secret things from Padre Pio, told me: “Padre Pio is sick because of his great anxiety for the Pope."

Padre Pio took on his shoulders the burden that was destined for the Pope. Pope Pio XII made a quick recovery. Some days after, the Pope received news about the heroic offer made by Padre Pio in the Convent of San Giovanni Rontondo. Then, Pope Pio XII decided to write a letter to the Head of the Franciscan Friars in order to say thank you for Padre Pio’s prayers and sufferings.

A Priest and some orthodox believers of Romania have joined the Catholic Church after a miracle of healing made by Padre Pio. 

The priest and his community came from an orthodox religion joined Catholicism to express their devoted gratitude to St. Pio of Pietrelcina. The miracle occurred in  Pesceana, a town in the County of Vallea, center-southern Romania. Here the local priest's mother, aged 71, was diagnose with lung cancer which she had suffered with for a long time.

After having submitted her to all the possible clinical checks, due to the presence of diffused metastasis, all the doctors gave her only a few months to live. The cancer was at an advance stage which was inoperable.

The orthodox priest, did not want to resign himself to losing his mother, so he asked his brother who lived in Rome to bring their mother to the best Italian doctor in Rome. The priest’s brother succeeded in arranging a medical check for their mother with a well known doctor who confirmed the diagnosis of his Rumanian colleagues.

One day, during her permanence in Rome, the lady accompanied her son to a catholic church. She noticed in a corner a big statue of Padre Pio and she was impressed. She asked her son about the statue and he illustrated to her Padre Pio’s history. 

In the following days the woman went back to the same church and every time she stayed for a long time in prayer in front of the statue of Saint Pio of Pietrelcina.

After two weeks she was due further medical checks and the son brought his mother to the same doctor, but this time, with a big surprise the doctor said there was no sign of the woman cancer.

The lady wanted to go back to Romania, on her return she told everything to her son the priest. She also told him that she had prayed to Padre Pio requesting his help and she had been listened too, despite her affiliation to the orthodox Church.

The news quickly spread in the Rumanian town and people started enquiring  and finding out information on this stigmatized Monk. Some other people were healed by Padre Pio in the same town and they wanted to become catholic believers.

After some years their desire were finally turned into reality. They joined the Roman Catholic Church.

A woman said: "My son was playing football on the street when suddenly an iron gate felt on him. We realized he had an unstoppable losses of blood from the nose and from the left ear. My son was immediately brought to hospital, his condition was bad, he also had an absent look on his face. There was a lot of excitement among the doctors.

While I was crying and suffering, I turned my eyes to the wall and I could see a photo of Padre Pio. With so much faith I asked him to help my son.

Due to his critical health condition, my son was moved to another hospital and he was in a state of shock.

However, the following day, my son started to improve and after three days he left the Hospital. Before going back home we entered into a Church. In the Church there was a picture of St. Pio of Pietrelcina. My son saw that picture and he showed me the picture  saying: "Mum, he was also together with me in hospital! He has caressed me… ". 

My emotions crumble and I started to cry. Gladly I thanked Padre Pio. 


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