My grandfather was a soccer player and he was recovering from an injury in the town where my grandmother lived. They met, fell in love and exchanged letters for a year. But her parents did not want her to marry him. So she decided to run away. She went to a convent to confess and was planning on leaving from there. But the priest knew her dad. He called him and said: “You need to bless this union because they like each other very much.” In the end, her dad gave his blessing and they got married.