St. Theresa

Yesterday, I started the five-day St. Theresa Prayer. The reason I like praying to St. Theresa is that I'm a skeptic and I don't always believe my prayers are being answered. She, however, gives signs (roses) that they are. Although I didn't see a rose yesterday (Sometimes I don't on the first couple of days.), she gave me something more important: Clarity. That clarity helped me to know that I was doing the right thing this morning. After I did it, I was hit with a feeling of tranquility that told me I had done what I was supposed to do.

By the way (and this has nothing to do with St. Theresa), I'm not suicidal. I do have thoughts about my own death but, I'm not thinking about bringing it on myself. I think of it in terms of not wanting to get older and be a burden to my family, most likely my nephews and their future wives. If I had a choice, I'd rather get hit by a bus or have a fatal heart attack or something else that's quick. Actually, if you believe Sylvia Browne, and I do believe a lot of what she says, we've already chosen our paths in life and our "exit points" before we're even born. I hope I was smart enough to choose a quick exit.