I don’t mean this to seem irreverent, but St. Anthony is such a helper in my life that sometimes I just call him Tony. I mean, seriously. The guy helps me find something that I’ve lost at
least twice a week, usually in the form of a random shoe that a toddler put in a kitchen cabinet, or a missing Mr. Bear that mysteriously found its way into the laundry chute, or the cell phone that somehow was hidden in the foot of a winter boot… We’re close, he and I.
As a side note, I often think of a homily I once heard about St. Anthony. A woman was looking for a parking space, and she was circling and circling the parking lot in search of one. She kept asking Saint Anthony for his intercession, to help her find a parking space. And poof! She found a parking space! And she said to Saint Anthony, “Nevermind, I found one!”

Always remember to actually
thank St. Anthony for his help rather than assume you found it on your own!!