Amazing St. Patrick Story

St. Patrick’s Day

 Hi, my name is Patrick. Where I was born is a mystery. Some say Scotland and some say Wales. My story starts as a child. It was a normal day, until I heard a voice, “Come follow me.” So that’s what I did.  Then I saw a ship filled with raiders. I was petrified. My body was shaking with fear. They tied me up and took me to Ireland.  Back then Ireland was a country of violence and fighting. The raider sold me as a slave to someone called Milchu. He made me look after his pigs and sheep. I was sad, hungry and lonely for seven years. I once heard a voice in a dream to come home. At that very moment I woke up. Then I saw a boat. I ran as fast as I could over to it. Whenever I got aboard I hid underneath a sack. Now I was really scared because I knew I would get hurt or worse. When I got back home my parents were happier than ever to see me. Then I heard the voice again. It told me to go back so that’s what I did.  When I got there I heard the voice again it said, “Tell them about God.” So that’s what I did. I travelled far and wide and told them about God. So every year on the seventeenth of March we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day all over the world.

Jack Brannigan P3      

11^th March 2015