Monday, May 22, 2017
OK. You skeptics make fun of me and my belief that St. Anthony will help me find something. Recently, I went out for a jog, for 50:00. I started out with my key fob, costing three figures $$$, in my hand. When I finished, no key fob. Disaster. Life in ruins. Car parked miles from home. Cell phone in car. Water in car. I had to go back out onto the trail to painstakingly look for the key. That day was the feast of the death of St. Anthony. I asked him to find my key. I asked God, to grant this in honor of St. Anthony. I believed I would find my key. I thought maybe it might be on a cow gate I closed and chained out on the trail. Eventually I got to the gate. The key fob was sitting on top of a post of the gate. A good and wise person, a graced person, did this for me. I like being Catholic.