I’m not a particularly religious individual nor am I superstitious, but I was raised Roman Catholic and there are some traditions from my childhood that have stuck. Catholics are taught to pray to different patron saints and while I rarely pray – whenever I lose something I still immediately turn to Saint Anthony.
Despite the irrationality of praying to a saint from the 1200s, it is hard for me to think of an instance where Saint Anthony hasn’t come through so why wouldn’t I keep praying?
St. Anthony, St. Anthony please look around.
I’ve lost my <Insert Object> and it needs to be found.
Which is why I’m writing this post, because I promised Saint Anthony I would, and since I know I’ll be in need of his services in the future, no matter how crazy it sounds, I don’t want to wreck what has been an amazingly helpful relationship for 40+ years.
St. Anthony resolves the mystery of BosGuy’s missing keys
On Tuesday, September 16th I flew to Texas for a business trip and unbeknownst to me, I lost my keys when I went through security. I didn’t realize this until the following Monday, after which I proceeded to search all the nooks and crannies of my travel bag, pants pockets, jackets, and even our car. By Tuesday I was feeling pretty down and decided to give “Tony” — that’s how I affectionately refer to Saint Anthony — a call by reciting my prayer over and over. The next morning when I woke up I recalled that going through security in Logan Airport had resulted in some of my contents getting jostled so I called TSA Logan Airport Lost and Found and I spoke to Officer Tony. In less than a few minutes Officer Tony told me he had keys matching my description and I could come by to pick them up at my convenience. Thank you St. Anthony.