Nineteen years ago, I was a young woman in a relationship with a young man. At the time, he and the relationship were so very important to me. He was nice looking, smart and I enjoyed his company.
After six months together (when you are 17 years old that's a long time) he called me one night to tell me, nicely, that he had 'cheated on me' and would prefer to date this other girl as opposed to myself. I was beyond heartbroken. I was mortified at the fact of having to relay this to my friends and found it to be embarrassing and humiliating.
That August evening, as I continued to cry my bedroom window was open, and curtains open to let the night air in, I looked out and was staring at the stars.
To my amazement one light was brighter than the rest and I admired it, upon closer admiring... The light, looked like a bright shooting star was coming closer to my window, and closer, and closer.
I quickly pulled the covers over my head. I don't know how long until I pulled them back and standing beside my bed was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
She was wearing the traditional nun's habit and she was holding a book. She glowed, not brightly, just glowed. She didn't speak. I was freaked out and I put the covers over my head again.
After a length of time I peeked out and she as gone. The next day I went to the library to find books with pictures of Saints.
I instinctively knew she was a Saint. After a few books, I found her on a page without question.
It was Saint Teresa of Avila. I read about her life, and her personality.
The similarities were astounding with our personalities. The one fact that blew my mind was that she died on my birthday.
I haven't seen her since. I have no clue what message if any I was to 'get'. A lot of questions about that night, but so far no answers.