[AKA Elena]

I was given my husband's wedding ring by the coroner the night of his death 14 years ago. Having it has always been a comfort to me.

Two years ago, at a crowded dog show, I realized that I had lost it. I was heartsick and tried to retrace my steps through the crowded venue. I had the announcer ask people to look around themselves with no "luck".

I returned to our setup and told some friends about it ... one of them a longtime friend. and fellow Catholic asked if I had forgotten how often I had asked for St. Anthony's help in finding "lost" articles as a child.

Together we recited the short intercession ..."Dear St. Anthony come around, something's lost and can't be found."

I went a short distance and sat down ... looked down and there was the ring ... which has joined the Crucifix I wear on a chain around my neck. ... An anecdote I've repeated many times, always thanking St. Anthony!

[Mad Dawg]

I know our Protestant brethren sneer at us, but it is, to me, unquestionable and unquestionably wonderful how appeals to St. Anthony's intercession are so often followed by astonishing recoveries of the lost.

That's a great story.

What the story of St. Anthony did for me was to help me understand that the joy of seeing God is like the joy most of us experience when we see a baby. It gave me a whole new "flesh-and-blood" take on the Beatific Vision.

[Salvation]

Thanks for sharing your story. God works through many avenues and petitions of the saints.