Saint Anthony

Last fall, when I needed to make some difficult decisions and was having a hard time actually doing so, my grandmother gave me a St. Anthony medal.


He's the patron saint of lost things and causes. I didn't feel too badly about being put into that category because my grandmother had already given medals to all of my favorite relatives.

I made the necessary changes in my life. Things seemed to stabilize and actually seemed really good. I got a little presumptuous and took the medal off. About a month later, chaos ensued. I put the medal back on, and I'll think twice about taking it off again.

The kids at my work think it's a nickel.

Remembrance of Things Past_