My wife told me to sit down and pray. I was tired. Defeated. Depressed. I sat down and closed my eyes. I said this prayer: "Saint Anthony, I give up. Please show me where my keys are." I cleared my head. Then, I had a vision. Literally. I saw the roof of my wife's car. I saw my keys sitting on top of it.
I grabbed a flashlight and went outside. I shined my beam on the exact place I saw in my mind.
The keys were sitting there in the dark.
Marty is going to be the patron saint of Saint Anthony fans.
|Saint Anthony put a smile on my face|