I even remember hearing: "Ma'am, calm down. It's congenital."
"The ear is fully developed, but he won't be able to hear."
"A hearing aid will be useless; surgery will do no good."
We hear talk of miracles,
And we believe that they happen. But it's different when you experience it yourself.
I was very young,
I didn't have much idea of ​​what was going on.
What I remember is that my mother began to notice
a strange lack of attention, in a way that was not normal.
A certain lack of discipline in school.
And they started to do some tests; I began testing him myself as well
I realized that I needed to take my child to the doctor,
because he was not hearing.
I remember that my mother and I were seated,
before a desk at the doctor's office,
And that the doctor gave my mother the news: "Look, Mum," speaking to my mother:
"Your child does not hear out of his left ear."
"There is nothing we can do to make him able to hear."
The ear is fully developed, he has all the organs, but..."
"it's all developed but it doesn't work."
The thing is that my godmother, who is also my aunt:
she also has this same problem that I had.
When I discovered this disability that I had,
I didn't give it much importance.
Because it was a recurring thing in my family.
I couldn't tell you who
but there was always talk in the family that some aunt or uncle had this same problem.
"It's too bad Bruno doesn't pay much attention to us,
he's not that nice to be around, he's quiet, doesn't talk much."
Sometimes in conversations, people would call him, so we would give him a nudge
Because it's not always nice to be saying: "Oh, my brother can't hear".
He was not a very sociable child,
He did not have many friends.
Because he didn't have any discipline,
He was inattentive.
We placed Bruno next to the wall opposite his other ear, the one he could hear from
so that he could follow the lesson.
I went on a walk one afternoon to pray the rosary, and Bruno came with me.
"Bruno," I said, "Do you want to attend this workshop?"
"There's going to be a workshop for boys right now and I know they still have room."
She told me: "Look, Bruno, it's organized by people from Opus Dei"
"It's during Carnaval and they are leaving the city: you're going to love it."
"There will be talks and it's a nice atmosphere."
"Would you like to go?"
"Sure, I'd like to go"
We left from here and headed to Governador Celso Ramos in Santa Catarina.
We had the workshop in a house that is very beautiful, near the beach.
And I came back impressed.
I came back wanting more.
When he returned home to Ponta Grossa,
he looked up the Opus Dei website.
And it caught his attention that there was information
about people in process of canonization.
I disovered the story of Isidoro.
And it happened then that...I can't explain it.
I clicked
Because it was the first time I came across a person,
"Wow! he's an engineer from Argentina, right next door.
And I thought "this is a guy like me."
On the website, there was a prayer
and I said to myself, "Well, this is the guy I'm going to pray to."
I began praying Isidoro's prayer card every day.
A little over a month passed since I had this little prayer card of Isidoro,
I went to bed as usual
I slept well, great.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007, 7:10 am.
It's very difficult to...
...manage to...
express in words...
Something that is so normal for everyone else:
It was the day I heard my alarm go off.
The feeling is indescribable.
He is sure that that night,
he was sleeping on the wrong side of the bed.
And he heard his alarm.
It's this detail.
And then he went to tell his mother.
He said: "Mom, test me. Talk to me on this side."
And he heard.
It went off like it had always gone off,
the same alarm clock at the same time.
But the feeling was different.
I woke up,
And at first I said, "Calm down, which...?"
"What is going on?"
And I remember very well that I shook my head,
because...
I felt the sound.
"Mom, mom!"
- I was going about my daily routine -
"Mom, something just happened, and I'm hearing!"
"Please, my son, this is no time for jokes."
Basically we did't want to believe him.
"Cover your ear," she said and began to speak softly.
And I remember that she whispered in my left ear
"I love you."
And I heard it.
I said "No, it can't be, he was born like that."
"It's not something that can change."
And I know - I'm convinced - I'm positive.
that it was Isidoro.
It was through the intercession of Isidoro.
The interesting thing in Bruno's case is that the non-functioning ear,
currently has a better hearing threshold compared to those typically present in childhood.
And after the cure, my God! He was like a talking parrot.
Going up in the elevator, he would be talking to people.
He especially noticed the difference when using headphones,
and with stereo sound. He told me,
"Now I can put them on and hear the sound perfectly."
The message that I take from this
is that...
God said, "You can."
"You can be a saint."
If I truly seek it
in the small actions of my day-to-day,
here, in Ponta Grossa, in my city
or wherever He wants me to be,
I can be a saint.
It's a small thing
that passes unnoticed,
like hearing ... stereo hearing, with both ears.
I think that's where the beauty is.
A normal person,
Something trivial for most people.
Isidoro is a guy from Argentina, who was an engineer.
A person who is attractive...
because of the normality of his story.
Isidoro Zorzano was born in Buenos Aires on September 13, 1902.
He obtained his degree as an engineer in 1927, in Madrid.
He asked for admission in Opus Dei in 1930.
He died with a reputation for holiness on 15 July 1943,
after a long and painful illness, faced with strength and joy.
His cause of canonization began in Madrid in 1948.
On 21 December 2016,
Pope Francis declared the heroic nature of his virtues.