I am now the proud owner of a Rosary.
Yes, a Catholic Prayer Rosary.
No, I am not Catholic. I don’t even know how to “use” a Rosary.
But my prayer Rosary is one of my most prized possessions.
Here is how I came to own it:
My wife and I were running errands the other day, and we noticed a hitch hiker. So we picked him up and took him to where he was going. His name was Anthony Rodriguez. We had a great chat about his travels and his family while we drove him to where he was going…. the homeless shelter.
When we got there, he handed us a rosary he had made. He said that he stood on the side of the road for two hours before we picked him up, and his rosary was all he had to give us. We tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted.
His gift was a gesture of kindness and gratitude from someone who had so little to someone who has so much. And for that, I will always cherish my Rosary and remember Anthony Rodriquez every time I see it.