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Cino

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I've been thinking about Patron Saints, and wanted to see what this forum has to offer in terms of collective wisdom and experience.

So my one parent's family is Roman Catholic, and they have a history of revering the Lady of Częstochowa. It turns out her feast day was last Saturday, when I had some successful emergency surgery. I enjoyed this serendipity, and my relatives from that branch of the family are very chuffed about that, as well.

Do you have any interesting stories about personal or family patrons, whether living human beings, saintly figures, or deities? Please tell, I'm kind of bored here in this hospital bed.
 
More about my son's 'patron'....

When I was pregnant with my second son, I would have dreams of a warrior figure, with a shield and spear. He'd sometimes creep into my meditation as well. I did a bunch of research trying to figure out who this was, and the best fit seemed to be the Greek warlord Ares. "Maybe that's what the baby wants to be named" my husband said. So be it.

Young Ares has gone down a flight of stairs and laughed at the bottom. Stuck his head through the living room window without a scratch on him. When he was in school, he bullied his teachers and staff(never kids, though; he understands we don't beat up those smaller than us). He would get in trouble for throwing(tables and chairs). From this we learned: there's a lot in a name.

Ares is 9 now. He's on the autism spectrum, and caring for him can be akin to caring for at least 5 children in one. But, he doesn't ever seem to get hurt, despite putting himself in sometimes challenging situations. He fears only one thing: small dogs. (Large ones are fine.)
 
Cino said:
Small dogs can be vicious!
Also, dogs seem to accompany Ares in iconography. Large ones. ;)
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We have a couple large dogs, and my sister has a large dog, and we never knew about the small dog fear until we took him to my aunt's house and he screamed, cried, and climbed the furniture to escape her 3 pound teacup Yorkie(who wouldn't hurt a fly).

He did make peace with her over the summer, though. He didn't like being scared of her, and decided he wanted to get over it... my aunt held her dog, I held him, he looked at her for awhile, we talked about her, he decided to touch her, she licked his hand and wagged his tail... he petted her again...

He was really proud to get over that fear. Went out and bought her a toy, even.

But if there's small dogs being walked, he'll cross the street until they're gone.

Truthfully, though, he's a cat guy.
 
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