By Vasilis Frangos
Lately I have often been talking with D. who is in his first year of High School. He tells me that he likes History very much and is looking for the lives of various heroes in Byzantium. We were talking a lot about them yesterday. Yesterday, however, he told me that he was reading the lives of Saints, such as Saint Nicholas Planas, who was celebrating, and a Neomartyr, unknown to me. We used to say that the Saints are always by our side, when we talk about them and read their lives.
At that moment he spontaneously tells me that he especially loves Saint Panteleimon. To my question why him in particular, he replied that the Saint was a doctor and he would like to become a doctor himself. But the most shocking thing I heard at the end: he told me that he once saw Saint Panteleimon himself in his dream saying to him: