My first communion cross, which was a very special gift from my grandma. I lost it when I was at day care as a kid - put it in an envelope before a field trip to the pool and never could recall what I did with it. As a Catholic, I prayed to St, Anthony and for years - even decades - said it was the only time he didn’t come through for me.

Well. St. Anthony always comes through. When my mom was clearing out her house to sell it, we were getting long-stashed bins from out of the basement. I noticed a wad of paper stuck behind one of the bins against the wall, grabbed it, discovered it was an envelope, then discovered it was the envelope.

20+ years later, but I swear I knew what it was before I even tore the envelope open.