"I had never heard about Father Fernando Suarez but I am a recent survivor of breast cancer and, while healing from this dreaded disease, I had become deeply depressed. Three friends of mine suggested that I should see him while he was touring in Bergenfield, New Jersey. I had no objections but I heard about the wait lines and I was skeptical that I could even get anywhere near the church. One friend insisted that I drive with her to the church. I said, "If it's God's will, we'll get there." I drove. I told her that, if I didn't get a parking spot within walking distance, I'd turn around and go home. I weaved through a quite heavily trafficked area, went into the parking lot, and someone was pullng out just as I was approaching. We got a spot 3 steps away from the back entrance to the church (unheard of--there were people waiting hours to see him and could not get near the church). There was a ramp cordoned off by orange horses so that no trespassers could get in. My friend grabbed me by the hand, said I HAD to see him, and she pushed me through the line to the front of the church. There he was. Already into his hands-on healing. I'm sort of shy by nature and I would never force myself up to the front line but she pushed for me, set me in front of wheelchair-bound believers. I was even somewhat embarrassed. A "catcher" came by and asked us to move to the back of the church because the wheelchair patients were in deeper need. Of course, I complied. Not two seconds after I moved to the back of the church, I complained to my friend that I would never be able to stay long enough to get the healing because there had to be at least 200 - 300 people present and I had to get back to my ailing husband before too late. That moment, Father Suarez announced that those standing in the back of the church would be invited up to the altar first because "he who is last in this life is first in heaven." I was on the first line to receive healing. All he did was walk past swiftly and pat my forehead as he passed with the palm of his hand. It lasted a quick second but I fell back onto the floor and felt such a peace envelop me. I left feeling like I had just come out of aneshtesia, but before I left, I bought several of his CDs. I know that it was God Who healed me but, for some unknown reason, He chose this preiest as His conduit. I dont' know why but everything fell perfectly into place and God wanted me healed on that day, by that preist, at that church, and in that way. I dont' look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when it comes from God. I just accept God's healing and thank Him for it."