When Magic People Happens

This past Sunday, I was determined to stay in bed for the most part of the day — at least I planned on drinking coffee and napping until noon. This is because June is usually the craziest month in my calendar, but this year we had an event going on every single weekend. I enjoyed every single second of all of this bash, however, after a month-lasting party, some rest is definitely justified.

On a particular note, the author of this blog was born in Monterrey, Mexico. I would say I am so lucky to be a total Regia. Similar to this 😂😂:

And moreover, I was very lucky to be born in a family where traveling and getting to know Mexico was essential to our culture. Therefore, I can state that every corner in Mexico has a unique beauty to offer, and I personally developed a sacred, devoted, true love for my country of origin. The reason I share my upbringing is because beyond loving the Mexican culture, traditions, people and food, I also support the Rayados de Monterrey soccer team — definitely influenced by love 💗.

[Back to Sunday] My team, Rayados de Monterrey, was playing in a close by city against another Mexican team from what today is called CDMX (not, D.F., foolish 😁) and which is La Máquina del Cruz Azul. So, we decided to take a 4 hour road trip to watch the game live and forget about the relaxing and napping plan. It was like 100 degrees hot but we were very excited to watch the team with all its new additions and regardless of having chosen the best available tickets that resulted on a sun front section 😓. 

Once there, our seats were right beside a Cruz Azulinos family — meaning: a group of the opponent team fans. There were two adult men, one little and extremely cute boy and a pretty young girl that most likely was around 16 years old. To be honest, we had an extremely hot weather and no wind, so I was anxiously waiting for the game to start so I could switch to a different row with empty seats. But in the meantime, the 16 year old girl — who was seating on the row behind me at first and then switched to the row in front of me — told one of the adult men (her father) that they all had the wrong seats and that she was supposed to be seating beside me.

So, her family did as they were told. They moved to the row ahead of us and she came and sat right beside me. As soon as she took her place she was already spreading joy to us. She was a joy! We started talking about soccer (duh!) and she was playfully cheering to the Rayados rival team which is Tigres de Monterrey. She made us laugh and forget about the hot weather and the fact that the match took a while to start.

She said: "Yo soy Celeste..." (I am Celeste) which is a way to call the Cruz Azul team supporters. And it was pretty obvious since she was wearing all the gear. She went on and shared that she is from Corpus Christi, Texas, she's a 5th grade teacher and has a little sister. She told me, "I have a little sister who's name is Azul," to what I responded: "Then your name should be Celeste." And reacting to my thoughts with her big brown eyes, she immediately sat up straight and took her hand to her chest saying, "Yes! That's my name!" As though she was respectfully letting me know that's what she meant when she introduced herself. Needless to say, I was already fascinated with her story!

The game score was 0-0 and Celeste kept sharing her life with me. She owns a Bioenvironmental Sciences (BESC) Degree from Texas A&M — which made me sit up straight taking my hand to my chest and proudly say: "My son is attending that school as well!" And she continued telling me about the masters degree she is starting on August and how she was a volunteer for the Breakaway Ministries. Demonstratively proud, Celeste said: "God favors me all the time," and continued, "one day a few years ago, I went in to my bank and once I did what I was there to do, I invited the teller who had helped me out to lunch. I had seen her before, she was Chinese and she accepted my invitation." She didn't deepen on what her conversation with the teller was about, but I assume Celeste wanted to talk about God with her — and I am sure she did!

"Per my school counselor, I was supposed to enroll on a specific class for my master's degree this summer, but when I tried to enlist, the class was already full. I was so frustrated! So I had to look for other options and among the few I had, I found a class with an Asian teacher who's name sounded somehow familiar to me. So, without second thoughts I researched about the teacher and to my surprise, the teacher is the same Chinese teller from the bank whom I had invited out to lunch a few years ago! Can you believe that?" she asked. And honestly yes, it really was an indescribable coincidence, but it could easily happen to someone like her.

Celeste is afraid her new teacher will not remember having lunch with her. But I don't think she is aware of how much of a footprint we can leave on the people we meet throughout our lives. I personally love meeting people like Celeste. She has an inspiring personality. She got her BESC degree to please her mother, but deep down she always knew she wanted to be a teacher and against her mother's will, she fought to become what she is now. She has also achieved to become the head of the Science Department at her school.

Celeste is a great teacher. She teaches joy and happiness and hope and she gives words of comfort when she sense you are going through a challenging time. She repeatedly said to me: Everything happens for a reason, you just need to wait and see, without even knowing how refreshing those words sound to me at this time. Celeste — who, by the way, is 28 years old — was a one of those magic persons that happen every once in a while, a godsend. Sadly, this is the most I have from her to illustrate my post:

¡Exta Con Madre dejar huella!