The first miracle I witnessed was technically when I was baptized at one month and a day old, but my family and I didn’t realize it until a few months ago. The priest who baptized me was a friend of the family and I was the only child being baptized. After the baptism the he took me in his arms and asked my family and friends to follow him into the Church (the Baptismal font was located in the vestibule). He brought everyone to the steps leading up to sanctuary and had everyone wait. He entered the sanctuary, placed me on the altar, and returned to my family at the bottom of the steps. He laughed and said, “He sure looks good up there. A priest forever!” It was only last year that my parents found and watched the videotape of my Baptism and remembered what had actually happened. At the time I was in my novitiate year with the Order and was going on to move on to Major Seminary to complete my studies for the priesthood. We realized that he had prophesied about my vocation. Looking back, he never had any doubts that I would become a priest, even when I was little and didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life yet.