Recently, the relic of St Therese of the Child Jesus went around Batangas and last Sunday's stop was here at the Basilica.  People were everywhere that night, anxiously waiting for the saint's relic; most of them clasped a handful of white and red roses to offer. While in the midst of jubilation, a flashback of fresh memories from my mental treasure box materialized. It was very vivid which brought both sadness and happiness back on the scene.

Sad - because I will always remember the first time the relic came and we drove all the way to Sta. Teresita with a group of friends. Some of who were very close to me passed away after a year or two. I wouldn't know if their wishes were granted. Guess it will remain a mystery for me since their stories stopped spinning.

Happy - because I thought I'll never ever get my wish.  Goodness, it took a world of tour for my favorite saint to find someone meant for me!! But St. Therese made the impossible, possible. I have received my gift from her two months before she came.

That night, different from all other nights, I whispered a venerating appreciation as she passed by in front of my presence. I was about to make another wish, but on second thought, I think I'll make a pass and allow St. Therese to work on other requests. Hee hee