THE PADRE PIO ROSARY - Part 1 The Lost Rosary

Many years ago, I was in a car in the middle of EDSA, still very groggy from an early morning flight — when I received a message from my friend Therese.

She said Mark, her husband, found my rosary on the plane seat.

I scrambled to check my bag pocket. It was empty. The rosary was gone. Indeed I had lost it.

That day I had been on the same early morning flight as my friend and her family. We hardly see each other even though we live in the same city. It was one of those unusual days when I happily bumped into them.

I met her the following day to pick up my Padre Pio rosary. I had been wondering — just how had her husband found it? I was seated by the window near the front exit. They were seated far at the back with the boys. I had seen them pass by the aisle upon boarding, and I had left ahead of everyone soon after arrival.

She said they were among the last to deplane. On their way out, Mark, her husband somehow turned toward the space where I had been seated — and saw the rosary.

He did not assume it belonged to someone else. He said he simply knew it was mine.

They had no idea how precious this rosary is to me. It was a gift from Lindy, my breastfeeding mom-friend, who brought it from her pilgrimage to Padre Pio's shrine at San Giovanni Rotondo.

I am quite sure Padre Pio whispered — the angels whispered ....

"Mark, look that way. Look — it's her rosary. Pick it up. Bring it back to her. We feel sorry for that lady. She can't be helped — a scatterbrain through and through."