“I was on a flight from Mexico City to Guadalajara, which is a short flight. A woman got on with a child about two years old, and the child liked me. He spent the entire flight playing with me.
When we arrived at the airport in Guadalajara, the lady told me:
—Mr. Cabral, that boy who was playing with you is my son.
—Oh, nice to meet you!
—Do you know his name?
—No, ma’am.
And he says to me:
—Facundo.
And damn, I was worried!
First, because you’ve been all over the place, of course! And you don’t know, even if you’ve been careful, you never know what it’s like. But she told me in a certain way! Besides, I’d remember her face. You never forget a woman you loved.
And yes, I didn’t know that woman. Then I calmed down.
And I say to her: —To what do I owe the honor, Madam, that you named your son after me?
She told me: “Because I was going to have an abortion, but you showed up the night before the abortion. You appeared on a program with Verónica Castro, and I heard you talk about the world; about the privilege of being in this world, and I said to myself: How am I going to make my son miss this party? And I decided to have him born, that’s why I gave him your name.”
I thought: “Wow, now I know why I sing; you sing to give back some of the life you were given; you sing to reawaken a passion for life; you sing to spread the joy of being alive, no matter the circumstances, even in prison; you are alive, and being alive is always the greatest possibility.”
If you’re alive, there’s always every possibility.”
—Facundo Cabral
I loved Facundo’s “Philosophy” and the “Reason” that prompted the lady to have her son.