Think about saints, and you might picture people who lived a long time ago. But there’s big news: the world might soon have its first millennial saint, someone who lived not too long ago!
Carlo Acutis, an Italian teenager, could become the first millennial saint. He passed away in 2006 when he was only 15 years old. Carlo is special because he’s known as the patron saint of the internet. He was really good with computers and used them to talk about his faith.
Carlo was born in London, but his family moved to Milan when he was little. He loved Catholicism from a young age. His passion for the religion was so strong that it even inspired his mom, Antonia Acutis, to rejoin the church. Even as a kid, he went to church every day.
From a young age, Carlo felt a strong calling to help others. He did things like giving to homeless people to make a difference. Before he died, Carlo used his computer skills to create a website to help others.
After he passed away, his mom got messages from people all over the world. They told her about miracles that happened after they prayed to Carlo. Some said they got better from cancer or became able to have children.
Carlo’s mom said he was like a light in the darkness of the internet. Some people even called him an “influencer for God” because they admired him so much.
Carlo’s mom, Ms. Acutis, believes her son’s life shows how the internet can be used for good things.
In 2020, the Diocese of Assisi, where Carlo’s family had property, asked the Vatican to make him a saint.
In February 2020, Pope Francis said a sick boy got better after touching Carlo’s shirt.
To become a saint, Carlo needs one more miracle. The Vatican says a Costa Rican student got better after her mom prayed to Carlo.
The Pope might call a meeting to talk about making Carlo a saint, but there’s no date for the ceremony yet.
It will be interesting to see Carlo become the first millennial saint! What do you think? Let us know in the comments and share this news with your friends and family.
I Found My Husband Embracing Our New Neighbor and Was Shocked by the Resemblance of Her Son
My husband had been visiting our beautiful new neighbor quite often, helping with heavy boxes or fixing a lightbulb. One day, I couldn’t take it anymore and went over with some cookies, pretending to be a friendly neighbor. That’s when I saw a little boy… He was the spitting image of my husband!
I began noticing how often David helped our new neighbor, Lauren. At first, it seemed harmless—carrying boxes, fixing a broken door, simple things neighbors usually do. But as the days went by, his visits to her house became more frequent.
“Why do you keep going over there?” I asked him one night, my voice betrayed a hint of annoyance.
He shrugged, barely looking up from his phone.
“She just needs help with a few things. It’s no big deal, Sarah.”
“No big deal? You’ve been over there almost every day this week.”
David sighed, brushing me off with a wave of his hand.
“You’re overthinking this. She’s a single mom; she just needs some support. It’s nothing.”
He wouldn’t cheat on me, right? Not David. He’s just being kind, that’s all.
For a moment, I let it go, convincing myself that my husband couldn’t be doing anything wrong. But then came that afternoon, the one that changed everything.
I came home earlier than usual. As I walked up the driveway, I saw them.
David and Lauren were standing on her porch. They were close, too close. And then it happened. His arms wrapped around her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
What is he doing? Why is he holding her like that?
Suddenly, all those little doubts I had shoved aside came crashing down, louder than ever.
David, my David, was cheating.
The next morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to do something. Sitting there, watching David act like nothing was wrong, was driving me crazy.
I had to see Lauren myself. Maybe I was wrong, and there was some innocent explanation for all of this. But if there wasn’t, I needed to know.
I grabbed a box of cookies, hoping it would make me look friendly instead of nosy.
“Just a neighborly visit,” I told myself, walking across the street to Lauren’s house.
Lauren opened the door, looking surprised to see me.
“Oh, hi, Sarah!”
“Hi, Lauren,” I replied, holding up the cookies like a peace offering.
“I thought I’d bring these over. You know, just to say ‘welcome to the neighborhood.’”
“That’s so sweet of you. Come in.”
Lauren was still a bit shocked.
The house smelled faintly of fresh paint, and toys were scattered around the living room. As we made small talk, my eyes darted around, searching for any sign of David’s presence, anything that might confirm my worst fears. I could hardly focus on what Lauren was saying.
Suddenly, a small boy came running into the room, giggling. He couldn’t have been older than five. He had dark hair, the same shade as David’s, and those familiar brown eyes. My heart skipped a beat.
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“Max, say hi,” Lauren said, smiling at the boy.
Max waved shyly before running off to play. I stood there, frozen. That boy… he looked so much like David.
Could it be? Could Max be David’s son?
The resemblance was uncanny, and the thought that David might have a child with Lauren twisted my gut in ways I didn’t think were possible.
“Sarah, it’s Max’s birthday, and we’re having a little party. Nothing too big, just a few friends, cake, you know. Come with David. It will be fun!”
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