This week started with sad news about the recent passing of Mr. Eugenio Garza Lagüera, who was for many years head of the Tecnológico de Estudios Superiores de Monterrey, my alma mater. He was a man of firm convictions; a real role model of integrity and excellence for all in the college community. Deeply admired and respected by all of us. For some reason, ever since hearing about this, I’m finding myself thinking about those last days in college, about classmates, friends and people I haven’t seen in a long time, and that who knows if I’ll ever see again.
Around this same day, only twelve years ago, a few friends and I decided to do something special in order to celebrate what we perceived as the beginning of the rest of our lives. The last week of college had felt like an anti-climax. The finals were over. All the projects have been presented, evaluated, judged and defended. The rings had been chosen, ordered and paid for. All the pictures were taken. The diplomas were printed and signed, ready for the graduation ceremony, just a few days away. Many of us had already received job offers or had plans for continuing education abroad. But somehow, instead of feeling that tremendous joy and relief we always thought we would experience on that very last day of college, it just felt as if time had stopped and the world around us stood still. “These are strange days”, my best friend said to me that night when he drove me home. “Tomorrow, we’ll do something grand”, he added with a boyish grin, and then he left. He showed up at my place early the next morning. He wouldn’t say where we were going, but he told me to wear sneakers. Three other friends were already in the car. Once we were all together, I learned we were headed towards Tepoztlán, Morelos. We were going to hike up El Tepozteco mountain, to visit the ruins of the temples at the top. Now, at this point I think I should mention something about myself: I’m not and have never been a very athletic person. This hike was a first for me, but I’m really glad I went with them, because this experience changed something inside of me for the better. You’ll see what I mean.
The first part of the way to the top seemed really easy. There was a narrow path and even what resembled steps, probably made by the same people that built the temples, hundreds of years ago. We laughed and joked about how great hikers we were, as we danced our way to the top. We wanted to run to the top and back, so we could have time to visit the market, have dinner and maybe go somewhere else before the day was over. My friend, who had been there many times before, simply smiled and told us to slow down. He said if we were lucky, we would make it back down before sunset and then we would visit the market, and grab a bite to eat on the way back to the city. We looked at him as if he had lost his mind, but soon enough we found out what he meant by “before sunset”, as the narrow path and the steps disappeared before our eyes, and were replaced by rocks and slippery mud. Soon, we were down on hands and knees, painfully crawling our way up, our carefree hike turned into a slow struggle.
Every single step of the way, we had to keep focused, be careful where we put our hands and feet to avoid slipping down the steep. There was almost no place to stop and rest. We just had to keep moving because there were others coming behind us (it’s a very popular place) and there was hardly any room for anyone else. It was a hard way to the top, but wouldn’t you know it was also a very enjoyable one. Even while in fear of falling, we never lost our sense of humor, although our laughter often got confused in our screams of panic. All in all, we still managed to laugh and joke as we helped each other, and even others, along the way. As a great leader would do, my friend got the ball rolling, by coming up and down to give us a hand whenever we got stuck. Soon, all of us, even though inexperienced hikers, were doing the same for the people that came after us. It felt really good.
What we found at the top wasn’t really that impressive. The temple was small and lacking on the kind of splendor found in Monte Alban or Tenochtitlan. We climbed to the top of the pyramid and stayed there for a while, in silence, just taking in all the beauty and majesty of the valley and mountains around us. Then we slowly started on our way down, just as we climbed up, screaming and laughing all along the way.
I believe that, as it often happens in life, the best part wasn’t getting to the top, but simply the journey that took us there. Sure, goals are important. It’s important to have goals and to achieve our goals in a timely matter. It’s also important to never run out of new goals to look forward to, or else achieving the goal may end up feeling like the anti-climax we experienced. However, as I found out that day, the real gain is often that of what you learn in the process. It’s what you discover about yourself and others, the friendships and guidance that you find and share along the way, and how the journey transforms you in ways you never expected or even dreamed possible. A few months ago I started my own journey with a simple goal: to update myself in order to become employable again. Never for one second I imagined just how exactly that journey would look like, what “places” it would take me through on the way to my goal, how difficult, painful, exciting, exhilarating and fun (all at the same time) it would be, and just how much it would transform me. Well, never for one second I thought I would be blogging about it, to begin with!
Many years have passed since that day. My best friend moved to Germany, I came to live to the United States. We lost contact with each other. Life has a way to do that to you. I never actually thanked neither my friend nor Mr. Garza Lagüera for the many ways in which they touched my life while I was still a college student, many years ago, although I’m forever grateful to them, just as I am grateful now to all those SolidWorks leaders, hikers and sherpas, that have helped me along the way and continue to make this “hike” unique and unforgettable. Thank you guys! And thank you for reading all the way to this last paragraph. You are as patient as a saint! Sorry, no tips or tricks on this one, just a tribute to all of those people, like Mr. Eugenio Garza Lagüera, that are changing the world, one life at a time.
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