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Hello everyone. As you can see from my post count, I’m a newbie here. I hope that this isn’t a question that’s been asked too many times before! There seems to be a wealth of knowledge on this forum so I’m hoping that someone will be able to give me some direction…
I’m a former British soldier with tours of duty in Bosnia and Iraq under my belt, as well as a somewhat ‘interesting’ past that I’m not particularly proud of (nothing unusual there). I’m a pretty typical military vet - tattoos, war stories, all the rest of it. Given that that’s the case, there are plenty of very obvious Saints that you’d expect me to be drawn to, but no. The person that I feel an affinity with - for no reason that I can discern - is Dominic Savio.
I’ve no idea why this should be the case. His life bears no resemblence to my own. I was, quite frankly, a little terror at school and didn’t really try to do anything well, big or small. Had I been brought up in 1800s Turin, I would have been more likely to have been one of the one’s bringing sinful things into school than someone trying to stop it!
And yet, I find myself irresistibly drawn to Saint Dominic Savio. He is invariably the one that I turn to for assistance and guidance and my faith would be weaker without him. Has anyone got any suggestions why this might be? To be frank, I’m confused as to why, when ‘muscular’ saints abound, I am drawn to a 15 year old boy.
Confused, yes, but also grateful…
I’m a former British soldier with tours of duty in Bosnia and Iraq under my belt, as well as a somewhat ‘interesting’ past that I’m not particularly proud of (nothing unusual there). I’m a pretty typical military vet - tattoos, war stories, all the rest of it. Given that that’s the case, there are plenty of very obvious Saints that you’d expect me to be drawn to, but no. The person that I feel an affinity with - for no reason that I can discern - is Dominic Savio.
I’ve no idea why this should be the case. His life bears no resemblence to my own. I was, quite frankly, a little terror at school and didn’t really try to do anything well, big or small. Had I been brought up in 1800s Turin, I would have been more likely to have been one of the one’s bringing sinful things into school than someone trying to stop it!
And yet, I find myself irresistibly drawn to Saint Dominic Savio. He is invariably the one that I turn to for assistance and guidance and my faith would be weaker without him. Has anyone got any suggestions why this might be? To be frank, I’m confused as to why, when ‘muscular’ saints abound, I am drawn to a 15 year old boy.
Confused, yes, but also grateful…