Seeing the city police and military police take care of a trouble maker during the transfer of the relics of Pio and Leopoldo, I whispered to the officer obviously in charge of coordinating security a thanks for their service. The whole world stopped. He thanked me from his heart, really taking time to do this, and only then all the chaos picked up again. Mystical really. They all love padre Pio. I make this giving thanks a practice. It means a lot.