Just when you’re about to lose hope, something magical happens that you can’t help but be amazed.
Yesterday’s trip to Batangas brought a speck of light to my quest on getting a confirmation certificate. I told my tita about the whole thing of the church not having a record of me and she said that she’ll talk to some of her friends there to see what she can do. But then again, she said, if worse comes to worse, she knows the archbishop in Lipa and she can arrange for my second confirmation.
Argh! I hate to admit it but she’s right. It’s either that or the one Jojo suggested, which is “photoshopping” the document.
The last thing she told me was to pray to St. Anthony. He may just be able to help.
OK. Fine. Pray to Saint Anthony. I mean, what harm could that do, right?
So in the 7:00 mass in De La Strada, I prayed to him.
I said something like this: “Look, St. Anthony, I honestly do not know you. Sorry about that. But they told me that you’re great in finding stuff. Maybe you could help me with my confirmation certificate. If it’s OK with you, of course.”
This morning, when I was about to leave for work, I saw something hidden in the second drawer in my closet – my photo albums! I didn’t see them the first time I pulled out all the albums from the top closet. Yeba! As I was in a hurry, I didn’t have the time to browse through these, but I have this feeling that the pictures of my confirmation can be found in one of them.
Hanep ba sa testimonial? Now I can’t wait to go back home and see for myself!