This is not especially relevant, but you, living in NW Ark (I live in SW Mo, a not dissimilar place) might find some meaning in the following.
I once new an ancient hillbilly lady who, with her family and everybody she knew, attended a country fundamentalist church. But she claimed that long ago some in her family had been Catholic. She knew that, but not much more. As a resident of NW Ark, you are undoubtedly aware how isolated some of the natives have been, and for how long. (Some remnant from the Irish Wilderness perhaps? Perhaps more ancient than that, but improbably remembered?) She, therefore, by her own logic, considered herself Catholic of a sort as well, but only of a sort; like being Irish without ever having been to Ireland, but just as real. It didn’t seem inconsistent to her that she attended the country Baptist church exclusively, and that she didn’t know a whole lot about Catholicism (though she did a little). But I was always fascinated by the fact of her self-identification. She wasn’t hostile about it or apologetic or anything. She seemed respectful of it. Whether someone in her family had baptized her or not is something I never learned. But considering her very improbable self-identification, given her circumstance, I had to consider the possibility. She didn’t make the whole thing up about “being Catholic in a way”. Someone had undoubtedly told her.
Now, I know I’m going a bit over the edge here, or at least sidling up to it, but I have been put to wonder just a bit whether there is something about such things that amounts to more than just historical information. Do we (as we are formally taught) have a mark on our souls from (even perhaps) being baptized into the Church? And does that somehow have an influence on our lifetime spiritual paths if our souls are open to it?
I can’t express this very well, I know. Regardless, I salute you on your almost miraclous (or perhaps miraculous) return.