Several years ago my parents had a terrible car accident at exactly this day! A truck was coming towards them and as my father turned the car to the other side of the road, they found themselves in a big trench which was leading to a cliff! The car was inverted but my mom and dad were without scathe apart from some scratches.
So every year at this day we thank God for His protection of my parents.
We take a basket with five cob-loaves, an altar-bread, a bottle of oil and some flowers to decorate the bread and we go to the church.
This year I made a cake too.
After the Mass we distributed the bread and cake to everybody and they wished we all have good health.
Note: A few minutes before the accident my parents saw an old monk who was near the road and wave his hand to them. He asked them to drive him further down the road where his house was. They agried since it was getting darker and he would have to walk some miles. After five minutes he said: "Leave me here! My house is there! You're good people! God speed you and be carefull with the road!" My parents looked at each other and said goodbye to the monk. As he was walking away, my mom noticed that there wasn't any houses in that area except for a forlorn monastry. The old man dissapeared in the dark and my parents their way until they had the accident which - thank God - didn't cost their lives!