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Saint Anthony Mary Claret - Catholic Apologetics Information

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was in the water, I had felt exceedingly calm, but afterwards, on shore, I was horrified at the thought of<br />

the danger I had escaped through the help of the Blessed Virgin.<br />

72. <strong>Mary</strong> also saved me from a worse danger, not unlike that of the chaste patriarch, Joseph.<br />

While I was in Barcelona, I used to visit a fellow townsman of mine from time to time. I never spoke<br />

with anyone else in the house except him. When I arrived there, I would go straight to his room and talk<br />

only with him, but the others in the house always saw me coming and going. I was fairly young then,<br />

and although it's true that I had to buy my own clothes, I liked to dress--I won't say luxuriously--but with<br />

a certain elegance, perhaps too much. Who knows? Maybe the Lord will take me to task for this on<br />

judgment day. One day I went to the house and asked after my friend. The lady of the house, a young<br />

woman, asked me to wait for him, as he was coming back soon. I had waited a little while when I<br />

realized that her intentions were passionate, as her words and gestures made clear. I called out to the<br />

Blessed Virgin and ran out of that house, never to return. I didn't tell anyone about what had happened,<br />

for fear of ruining the lady's reputation.<br />

73. God dealt me all these blows to wake me up and help me escape from the dangers of the<br />

world. But it took an even harder blow, which came to me as follows. A young man of my own age<br />

suggested that we pool our interests, and I agreed. We began by entering a lottery and were quite lucky<br />

at it. As I was always very busy with my job, about the only thing I could do was act as trustee. He<br />

bought the tickets and I took care of them. On the day of the drawing I gave him the tickets and he<br />

would tell me how much we had won. Since we bought a large number of tickets, we won in every<br />

drawing, sometimes quite a lot. We subtracted what we needed to buy more tickets and invested the rest<br />

with brokers at 6 percent. I kept the receipts and that was all. My companion did all the rest.<br />

74. I already had a large number of receipts that added up to a pretty sum when one day, lo and<br />

behold, he came and told me that one of our tickets had won 24,000 duros but that when he went to<br />

collect the money he found that he'd lost the ticket. And he was telling the truth, all right, because he had<br />

gambled it all away and lost. But that wasn't all. He went to my room while I was away, picked the lock<br />

of my trunk, and took all the receipts of our partnership. He even took my personal money and pawned<br />

my books and clothes for a loan, which he lost at gambling. Finally, in an attempt to recoup his losses,<br />

and finding that he had nothing more to gamble with, he broke into the house of an acquaintance, stole<br />

the jewels of the lady of the house, and sold them. He gambled the money and lost again.<br />

75. Meanwhile the lady discovered that her jewels were missing and surmised that this person had<br />

taken them. She reported him to the authorities, who captured the thief. He confessed his crime, was<br />

prosecuted and sentenced to two years in prison. I simply can't describe how great a blow this was to me-<br />

-and not just because of my financial loss, although that was great enough, but because of my loss of<br />

honor. I thought to myself, "What will people say? They'll think you were this fellow's accomplice in<br />

gambling and burglary. Just think--a friend of yours in jail, in the penitentiary!" I was so embarrassed<br />

and ashamed that I hardly dared show my face on the street. I thought that everyone was looking at me,<br />

talking about me, focusing on me.<br />

76. My God, how good and wonderful you have been to me! You surely used strange means to<br />

uproot me from the world and an odd kind of aloes to wean me from Babylon. And you, my Mother:<br />

what proper thanks can I show you for saving me from death in the sea? If I had drowned, as by all<br />

rights I should have in that condition, where would I be now? You know quite well, my Mother. I would<br />

be in the lower depths of hell because of my ingratitude. With David I should say: Misericordia tua<br />

magna est super me, et eruisti animam meam ex inferno inferiori. 44<br />

Chapter X<br />

MY RESOLVE TO BECOME A CARTHUSIAN MONK AT MONTE-ALEGRE<br />

44 Ps. 86:13: "Your love for me has been so great, you have rescued me from the depths of Sheol."<br />

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