My patron saint is my Grandmother. She was to me, the perfect example of what a Catholic lady should be. She was my guardian angel on earth, now in heaven watching over me, and many others.
She was not a strong woman physically or mentally, but somehow she had the right approach to her faith, a very simple approach, which she taught to me, and others as well. She did so by example, and rarely cast judgement on anyone. She was the proverbial "warm lap," to people and animals too.
She never learned how to adequately drive a car. Usually a family member would drive her to the grocery store, but she often walked to do other shopping too. One day I rode my bicyle to her house to visit her when I was a kid, which I did rarely (by bicyle. She was walking home with a cart of some grocery, and she had someone with her. As I got closer to them, I noticed that the girl with my grandmother was one who was older than myself, but attended the same schools, so I recognized her. That girl was often unmercifully ridiculed and taunted by others inside and outside of school. At that time there were no rules whatsoever about bullying other students.
My grandmother introduced her to me as, "this is my new friend, XXXX." She also added that her new friend was walking with her,helping her take her grocery home by cart. It was about 1.5 miles to her home from the grocery store. Initially, I was actually a little bit "j," that some other girl was with my grandmother, and that my grandmother liked her. But on second approach, my thinking changed drastically from that day forward.
I thought that anyone who goes out of their way, in an extreme way such as that, is good with me as well...and that someone like that...does not deserve to ever be taunted by anyone. My grandmother was completely blinded to any of the things that the kids of the neighborhood saw in differences about that "usually taunted girl."
The "usually taunted girl" stayed and helped my grandmother and I put the grocery away at my grandmother's house, and then she left. After that whenever I saw her on the street, I would greet her as I would anyone else that I was acquainted with. Usually she would kind of take a step back, as if preparing herself for yet another verbal assault.
That was an example of the kind of person my grandmother was. She always saw the "good" in people first.