Well, why not a few heart grown saints!

Consider St. Patrick who got there by public acclaim rather than a nod from hierarchy.
And I have encountered my own street saints. Like St. Mario, a homeless fellow whose poverty of spirit taught me volumes using very few words. 

Of late we seem to have watched the demise of many a hero... Lance Armstrong is an example of the myth and the man. So many of us wanted him to be "real" that the betrayal fell hard on many.  Discernment comes late sometimes...

Probably my best read on saint selection came from Lawrence Cunningham's Trilogy. In Vol. 1 The Catholic Heritage he takes the time to track through the patterns of lineage, of the bloodlines of saints and the assumptions made by merely being born into a "saintly" line. 

Perhaps what we are being shown is that our 'saints' like beauty are often recognized by the beholder and are gift designed to fit a place in the heart to bare fruit nurtured by the grace of God.