Which Saint is Protecting You?

I took an online test. I said I wasn't going to but I did it anyway. It was "Which Saint is Protecting You?" It was only seven questions. A saint decided in seven questions, poor English, few options. I don't think my friends enjoy my patience, advice, or knowledge of when to shut up. I'm not sure I possess any of them anyway. Definitely not supernatural powers. "No" to Question 3.

And so it tells me I am protected by Saint George. That I am a fighter. That he was a fighter, too. Slew the hideous fire-breathing dragon. A martyr. Venerated. He has his own feasts, entire countries love him. He has his own cross. I wondered if each saint had his own cross. I will, more than likely, never have my own cross, or my own feast. I don't know that I've ever fought, not really. But it's nice to think—even online, some test, some nothing some nobody threw together in two minute's time, even something that means nothing—that there is possibly someone who has, and he is right over my shoulder.