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Cross Stories from Paul Ramunni on January 27, 2010
There was a lady that I met last year who answered an ad I placed in a local paper looking for an accordion. She had three of them that belonged to her father. He had passed away about 10 years earlier and she had been reluctant to dispose of the units.But now she felt it was probably time to let them go. I could see her agonizing at the thought of finally releasing these accordions to someone else, so I asked her to tell me about where they came from. She told me how her father would play them just for her when she was a little girl and on special occasions all through her life. She lost her mother when she was about 10 years old and so her father, who never remarried, became both her parents. She showed me a picture of him playing one of the accordions as she sat on the floor in front of him. We settled on a price and I started to pack them up and I saw that she looked so sad.
I stopped and turned to her while pulling a stone cross from my pocket and offered it to her as a special way to remember her dad. That did it, and she just started to cry. She gave me a big hug and left the room. As her husband and I put the accordions in my car, he said to me, “I don’t know who you are, but what you just did for my wife was incredible. She’s needed to let these instruments go because they were the last physical thing she had that reminded her of him. She needed to let him go. There were times when she would actually think he was still alive. And that cross will help her realize that he is gone and with the Lord.”
He thanked me and I left. I guess there’s something eternal in each one of these crosses.
A friend of mine was going to visit a very elderly lady in the hospital. She was ill and her family did not expect her to last very much longer. He wanted to bring her something but could not come up with a good thought. So I gave him a stone pocket cross. We talked about it and he was very intrigued by the notion. So he brought that to her. It was several months later when he phoned to tell me that she had passed on, but ever since the day he gave it to her, she would not let it out of her right hand. She carried it everywhere, went to sleep with it in her hand, bathed with it, ate with it, just never let it go. Moments after she passed on, a family member opened her hand to remove that cross. It had made an indelible mark on the palm of her hand. When they laid her out at her wake, they left her hand opened for all to see.
This story just happened to me. A little over a year ago I was diagnosed with prostate cancer as a result of a biopsy I had. As you can imagine, everything changed in my life once I was told by a doctor that I have a life threatening disease. For the entire year of 2009, I was constantly advised by just about everyone to have the surgery to remove the prostate gland. As my primary urologist said to me, “…it’s cancer, you have it, and it doesn’t go away. It grows by nature and gets bigger. Don’t mess with it; get rid of it while you still have the opportunity.”
It made every bit of sense to do this, so much so that I scheduled the operation for May 11, 2009. But there was something in my spirit that just did not feel right. I put a stone cross in my pocket and made sure that I always had one no matter where I went. As the date for the operation came close, I just could not go through with it and canceled it. My wife, family, friends, doctors all were quite “upset” with me, to say the least. But every day, I had that little cross in my pocket reminding me that someone else was going to take care of this issue for me. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, to go against the advice of all those who loved and cared the most for me. And there were many, many nights when I laid awake wondering if I was doing the right thing in waiting. About three weeks ago I went in for another biopsy and yes, it came back free of any evidence of cancer….praise God. I credit that little cross in my pocket that gently reminded me each day that my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ would heal me. I cannot automatically recommend this course of action for everyone. It really does depend on your relationship with God. I believe He tells each of us how to act in a given situation. Our job is to keep that line of communication open to Him so that we can hear clearly what He says. I have found that He still does work miracles, and many of them every day.
Angelo Paul Ramunni became our first missionary client to purchase our handcrafted Pocket Crosses back in 2001. He grew up as a Catholic on Long Island, New York. He earned his Master’s Degree in Economics from Fordham University and a second Master’s Degree in Accounting from Long Island University. Angelo has been active in his Catholic and other para-church ministries (“The Healing Ministry of the Oratory of the Little Way”in Connecticut), as well as several civic groups. He is in partnership as a Certified Public Accountant of a firm he started in Canaan, Connecticut. As an adjunct teacher at the University of Connecticut in the field of Accounting, he has held seminars and teaching groups concerning the godly use of money for individuals and businesses. With peoples’ needs and concerns along with his own life experiences, Angelo Paul Ramunni wrote a book called: The Poor Catholic-The Road to Grace.
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