Saint Anthony's Help

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Story type: Angel
Location: nursing home
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Saint Anthony's Help
The first time I ever heard of Saint Anthony was when I was working as a nurses aide at a nursing home. I had lost a pearl ring that my boyfriend (now husband) had given me. I searched all day long for the ring without any luck. I was so sad and told one of the patients what happened. She told me to pray to Saint Anthony. She explaind that Saint Anthony is the one that helps with anything lost. So before going to bed that night, I said a little prayer. I went to work the next day and while signing in at the desk a nurse holding the ring asked if it was mine. she said the janitor was sweeping up and right before dumping the trash in the huge bin, he noticed something shiney. It was my ring.

My niece came over on a hot day to take a swim in our pool. When she came out she noticed an earing was missing and became very upset because it was a diamond earing. I quickly told her to pray to Saint Anthony. I did also and we started to look for the earing in the pool but did not find it. There was daily activity in our pool, weather permittiing and we vacuum it often, about once a week. About 3 weeks after the earing was lost, I was in the pool and stepped on what I thought was a pebble. I picked it up with my toes to my hand. It was the earing.

It was a nice sunny winter day. there was a lot of snow on the ground so I drove my son and our dog to the park where I could let both of them run relatively free in the fenced in baseball field. After an hour or so we left to go home but I could not find my keys. I searched the field while praying to Saint Anthony but did not find them. The police station is right across from the field so I went in and repoted them lost in case any one turned them in. Then we walked home as it was only a short distance. I picked up the car later that day with a spare key. 2 Months later spring came. I went to the same field with my son and our dog. The keys were lying on the ground just waiting for me to pick them up.

Over two decades have past since a kindly woman in a nursing home, named Mrs Rossi, told me about Saint Anthony. I offer these stories in her honor as they are the three that have held in my memory but there have been countless times that Saint Anthony has heard and answered my prayers sometimes immediately, sometimes in his own sweet time.