As a child, I was helped by a healer

You probably already heard more than once unusual stories about people who cure various diseases by conspiracies, rituals or prayers. As you know, they are usually called healers or healers. So I want to tell a story from my life that happened to me in my childhood.

At the age of 7 I was quite a plump girl, so running or running games became a real torture for me. In addition, had hypertension - increased pressure in the vessels and organs. From this, ordinary physical education was accompanied by terrible headaches, frequent blood from the nose or nausea. The state of health was so deteriorating that I often had to be taken out of school at the height of the school day. My mother and I traveled a lot around hospitals. Different doctors gave us different directions and recipes, so we did not really know how to get treatment. Up to 9 years old, I could not think about sports, it was too hard for me.

Once a grandmother came to our neighbor on the landing. I explain: in that two-room apartment my friend Vika lived from a kindergarten, with whom we communicated well, and our parents were friends quite well. Aunt Natasha (Vika's mom) comes to visit us and starts talking to my mother about this old woman. A detailed conversation in memory was not postponed, so I can not reliably relate. As a result, my mother and I went to Vika, and then my grandmother met us and told me to go to another room to wait for her, but no one else should go there.

When this elderly woman came, she put me on a stool and asked me to think about something bright. The so-called "rite" passed for a long time, although, in view of the fact that I was still a child, time could flow for me like pitch from a pot. Grandmother said something, no, even babbled, somehow strangely moved her hands around my head. These were prayers or something like that. Soon she gave me a cup, saying that there is holy water, and that I drank half of it. I did as ordered, and then strange strange words came to me again. After a while, the contents of that mug poured out onto my head. The main thing I remember clearly: when I drank water, it was cold and cold, and when I poured water on my hair, it was hardly palpable and warm. When it was over, the old lady stood opposite, looked with such kind eyes, as if she looked into the soul, and smiled:

• Now everything will be fine. God will help you.

These words are still ringing in my ears. After this incident, I really stopped suffering from a headache, forgot about colds, coughs and other health problems. I can do any sport, I have lost weight, I stretched out, although it is already, perhaps, an age. It all can be just a self-hypnosis, maybe it's just the time has come - and everything has worked out by itself, but I sincerely believe that that old lady cured me and helped me to find a life full of motions and joy. For which I am very grateful to her.