“The priest said, ‘Where you are going there is no fear and there is no dying. Your mother and your father will be there. They’ll hold you like a baby. They’ll stroke your head, and you’ll sleep in their arms, in bliss.’ “‘I wish it would be so,’ the boy said. “‘It will be so,’ Father Michele answered, and he repeated it again and again, ‘It will be so, it will be so,’ until the boy died. “Afterward, when he was clean, I approached Father Michele and asked if he believed what he had said. ‘No,’ he told me, ‘but I was praying to God to make it that way.’
