Angela (from CafeMom.com) shares this true story about her grandfather ...
During WWII, my grandfather was in the army. He was on the battlefield and ordered to run across the line. There were cannons blasting everywhere, and most of his buddies were dropping like flies. He prayed to Our Lady and began running as ordered.
He saw a cannon fire, saw the ball coming towards him ... and then it dropped, right there in midair. All the other cannons misfired and he was able to reach his destination safely. Ever since, he has had a special devotion to Our Lady.
My grandmother is named Carmella after Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, and every year on July 16th we would go to Hammonton, NJ for the procession of saints, Mass, and festival. It was a tradition until my grandfather passed away and my grandmother moved to Florida.