When my sister was in college, she learned about St. Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower, whose symbol was the rose. After a difficult exam, if my sister would see a rose, then she knew she passed it. Roses became her special sign. I used to say that St. Therese got my sister through pharmacy school. St. Therese also helped us when we were traveling together and found ourselves lost. St. Therese would send roses to show us the way. A truck would pass us with a picture of a rose, a trail of rose petals would be scattered on the ground before us, a bride would walk past with a white rose bouquet, an ad with a rose would be posted on a billboard, we would follow the rose signs with every confidence that they were leading us to where we needed to go—and they always did.