When I was 19 years old I worked in the kitchen of the Queen of the Valley Hospital in West Covina, California. When I turned twenty they threw a party for me and my boss gave me a little statue of St. Jude. It had a magnetic base so I was able to put it on the dashboard of my car. It stayed there for years. In school, lots of kids wore St Christopher medals on a chain around their necks, and I understood that the saint was supposed to protect them from accidents. I never knew what St. Jude's specialty was until about a year ago. He's the patron saint of lost causes. Hmmm......
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