How often did I hear those words from my Dad when I was growing up! My Dad was a tough shipyard worker, a welder. He practiced his Catholic faith devoutly, but not in a showy or pushy way. He didn’t go around preaching, but neither was he afraid to stand up for his faith when he felt he needed to. And he definitely had a great love and admiration for St. Joseph. He turned to St. Joseph for one need after another and claimed that St. Joseph always “came through” for him. He told me that he felt close to St. Joseph because he also was a “workingman.” And every so often – to me it seemed quite often – my Dad would give me a serious look and say those words: “Boy, never forget St. Joseph!”

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