In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A True Saint.” In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.
“Saint Martha Ann.”
I’ve heard that before, usually from my mom. It really was not my fault I was by nature a good kid, tried hard, got good grades and aimed to please. My room wasn’t even a mess. I helped my mom with any chore she gave me. I wrote about this last year in the renowned blog post, “St. Martha Ann of the Dishrag“. Since St. Martha Ann has already been effected, what can I add to it?
Bear thinks I’m not just a saint, but a miracle worker who can invoke rawhide chews from my very person (back pocket). Dusty is 100% convinced that there is no other worthy human on the planet — with the possible and limited exception of my friend, L. Other dogs over the years regarded me with reverence because at the end of our hunting expeditions there was ALWAYS food even though they never saw me chase it down and kill it.
Having been a saint in my life time, and having such a great understanding of what it entails, it’s nothing to me if people 300 years from now also recognize my beatific sublimity.