My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
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sure to return it to right person. She fur<strong>the</strong>r said that if she didn’t<br />
find anyone to claim it, she was going to Fátima and would have<br />
used <strong>the</strong> money in <strong>the</strong> wallet to light a few candles at <strong>the</strong><br />
Sanctuary. I expressed my gratitude and started speaking with<br />
<strong>the</strong>m.<br />
As most people know, I am not shy, so I asked where <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
from and if it was <strong>the</strong> first time <strong>the</strong>y were visiting Portugal. They<br />
said that <strong>the</strong>y were from Salt Lake City, and every year <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
vacation was to spend a full week praying to Our Lady <strong>of</strong> Fátima,<br />
who had appeared to three children and where a miracle had taken<br />
place on May 13 th , 1917.<br />
1913. Deodete and I looked at each o<strong>the</strong>r and<br />
said, “<strong>My</strong> God how could this happen at such a busy airport full <strong>of</strong><br />
people?” How lucky we were, that those wonderful old ladies<br />
would be <strong>the</strong> ones to find my wallet! Of course, we continued our<br />
conversation with <strong>the</strong>m and I told <strong>the</strong>m that we were also going to<br />
spend two weeks in Continental Portugal and planned to visit <strong>the</strong><br />
Sanctuary <strong>of</strong> Fátima. They were very surprised and so were we! I<br />
told <strong>the</strong>m that I was going to light three large candles and pray for<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir health and peace. What a wonderful coincidence or perhaps a<br />
moment in Christ.<br />
On ano<strong>the</strong>r trip to Portugal, we took our children with us. As we<br />
were visiting <strong>the</strong> very touristic fishermen’s village named Nazaré,<br />
which means Nazareth in English, my son Paulo came out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
van to help me to park properly, because <strong>the</strong>re were not many<br />
spaces available. From <strong>the</strong>re, we took a good walk to look at <strong>the</strong><br />
beautiful town and beach. Suddenly my son realized that he had<br />
lost his wallet, with a little more than a hundred dollars in it. We<br />
decided that it was not worth pursuing at this point in our tour, and<br />
so we continued visiting <strong>the</strong> north <strong>of</strong> Portugal. A couple <strong>of</strong> months<br />
after we returned home, I received a telephone call from <strong>the</strong><br />
Nazareth Police Station, saying that a French tourist had found <strong>the</strong><br />
wallet with my telephone number and address in it along with $160<br />
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