My grandmother is very devoted to St. Pio, and I have known of him and his works my entire life.
I've read the books, heard and read the stories, and experienced his influence first hand.
My cousin was sixteen around the time that Padre Pio died in 1968. She was claiming to have dreams of a gray bearded monk coming to her and telling her things. My aunt and uncle didn't know what to make of it. There were other concerns in their family (including another cousin having an illegitimate child) going on at the same time. My grandmother had just received a large photo of Padre Pio from San Giovanni Rotundo (after making a donation), and had it sitting on her counter with a large vigil candle. My cousin freaked when she saw it, because she said that Padre Pio was the monk she saw in her dreams. Some family members believed my cousin, others thought she was making it up.
In 1969, my grandparents made a trip to Sicily to visit my grandfather's oldest sister, who was in frail health. They took my cousin with them, with the intent purpose of making the pilgrimage to San Giovanni Rotundo. My Sicilian cousin who was 18, and his 16 year old pregnant wife, drove my grandparents and other cousin from Catania to San Giovanni Rotundo on the mainland (it required a ferry trip from Sicily to the mainland).
Upon their arrival in San Giovanni Rotundo, the went to the chapel where Padre Pio was entombed. As they paid their respects one of the Capuchin friars (Pio's religious order), walked up to my cousin and told her "We've been awaiting your arrival." He proceded to the tomb, and made a small bouquet of fresh flowers from the many theat were put there daily, and told my cousin that he was under instructions to give tham to her. He also said a blessing over my grandparents and my other cousins, and made them promise to bring the baby back to San Giovanni Rotundo once it had been born.
When my grandparents returned to Sicily in 1973, my cousin who had the visions of Padre Pio wasn't with them. And my Sicilian cousin and his wife left their young son at home with his grandmother, when they attempted a second pilgrimage to San Giovanni Rotundo. They never made it there. The car broke down on the way to Bari, and they had to return to Sicily.
For years, there had been family debate about what my cousin claims she saw. She was not a particularly religious person, didn't go to mass, and wasn't even married in the Roman Catholic Church. Years later, when I was in college, and taking a course on saints (it was a Catholic college), I tried to talk with her about it. All she would tell me was that she couldn't talk about what she saw. But I heard the conviction in her voice, and saw the belief in her eyes. Because she is not a person drawn to irrational behavior in any facet of her life, that was enough for me to believe that she believed in what she saw in her dreams.
I have always taken a neutral stance about it. I wasn't in San Giovanni Rotundo to witness it myself, but why would my grandparents tell a tale that didn't happen? My grandfather was also a straight-shooting truth teller. My belief in the story isn't important. And as it has been pointed out there are countless stories of Padre Pio's intercession. So why not.....