I love this feast day. Many of the children in our parish arrive for morning Mass dressed as little saints. This morning I saw St. George (last year St. George came with a dinosaur masquerading as a dragon), St. Bernadette, St. Therese, St. Teresa of Avila (I think) and a number of others.
Imagine being blind and alone in a strange city far from home - with no friends, not even an acquaintance. When she was put out of the church at closing she waited there on the steps hoping her parents would return. They never did. Instead, the beggars took her in and shared what little they had as well as how and where to beg. As the townspeople recognized her holiness, many humble families took her in. Everywhere she stayed, changes occurred as her gentle prayerfulness and humble example invited imitation.
When a noble woman of the town learned she was going blind she begged Margaret to pray for a cure. The little saint tried to get her to conform her will to God's and recognize that the sacrifice of her sight could be a great blessing. But when the woman wept and begged Margaret again, the little saint complied and her friend was cured. Margaret became a third order lay Dominican with a special regard for the poor, the sick, the dying, and prisoners. No wonder! She herself had experienced all these states.