My name is B. M. I live in Vila Vila, department of Cochabamba, Bolivia. I want to give testimony of the graces received through the intercession of Bishop Kaiser.

One of my sons, Marcos, when he was about two years old became very ill with the flu. Apparently it turned into pneumonia. I took him to the hospital with a very high fever but the doctors did nothing. I was very worried about my son’s health and returned home. Passing by the soccer field I met the mothers who were going to make a home visit. Seeing my concern they approached me and Mother Anunciata told me:

– What’s wrong, Don B.? Why are you so worried?

– It’s my son Marquitos. He is very ill and the hospital won’t do anything for him, I answered.

The Mothers accompanied me and found that he had a high fever. He was very sick. Mother Anunciata told me:

– We will pray to Our Father to heal his son.

They began to pray the prayer of Monsignor Kaiser and blessed Marcos with holy water. They advised me to say this prayer too. I returned home comforted and entrusted my son to the protection of Monsignor Kaiser. After this I noticed that he began to improve. Since then he has rarely been seriously ill. He is a lively and very intelligent child. He is an altar boy. Since then I always go to Monsignor Kaiser when I have any difficulty.

Recently, I experienced his help again. I traveled to a community called Chiliche and for this I had borrowed a motorcycle. Returning home, I needed to see something in the documents I always carry in my wallet. To my surprise I realized that it was not in the pocket where I always put it. So I went back to Chiliche looking for the places where I had been, but without finding anything. I returned to Vila Vila very worried, because I had all my documents there.

I confidently began to pray the prayer to Monsignor Kaiser. As time went by, I was worried about how I was going to do without my Documents. Since I do not have much money and time to travel to the city, my trust was placed in the intercession of Monsignor Kaiser. One Sunday when I was leaving the church, a young man was waiting for me. He approached me and asked:

– You are Benancio.

– Yes, I told him.

– I have your documents. I found them on the road to Chiliche.

Great was my joy when this young man handed me my wallet. Not a single document was missing and even the little money I had was complete. I gave him a small tip thanking him for having returned everything in full. I thank the Monsignor for everything and the mothers who made me know this “saint”. May God grant that one day we will see him on the altars.

                                                                                                                                                  Bolivia, B. M.