St. Patrick's Day: a brief history of my perfection... I mean history

     St. Patrick's day means different things for different people, as in most traditions around the world. In my family, it's an excuse to pinch each other, regardless of whether or not one is wearing a green shirt. For others it has a deeper meaning. Most of the other blog posts so far have said that he was British, however, according to GPB media, he was Roman British, which is entirely different. In Rome, they had very different beliefs than the Anglo Saxons of the time. Maewyn, Patrick's original name, was sold into slavery at age 16 and escaped into a Gallic monastery. There he was converted to Christianity, taking the title of saint. He used the shamrock to teach about the trinity. So like me, he was a perfect teacher, or as close as you mere mortals can get to being me. I was told that my last blog post didn't mention my perfection once, so i'm going to right that wrong in this one. In conclusion, St. Patrick was a teacher, saint, potato-loving, Irish-roman-British man. The idea of pinching others on this day detracts from the wisdom that St. Patrick can give to us through his actions and words.