Sister Maria Regina often repeated to my husband (who was her uncle and brought milk to the sisters) to turn to Mother Francis when he was in need. One day, returning from the countryside on a donkey, due to the sudden barking of a dog, he was thrown to the ground and remained motionless; he remembered then to turn to M. Frances and saw a Sister of the Sorrowful Mother appear. At that moment he took the rope from the donkey's halter and was able to get up and drag himself home, where he received the appropriate care.