Teresita Quevedo was the kind of girl a school remembers: good at basketball and tennis, voted best dressed, popular to the point of being followed about. She was also, from childhood, methodically religious, and told her parents at seventeen that she meant to enter religion. They asked her to wait a year. She waited, went to the parties, came home, and on 23 February 1948 entered the Carmelites of Charity as a postulant.
She had a little over two years. Pleurisy came in May 1949 and tubercular meningitis by January 1950, and it moved fast. She made her religious vows from a sickbed while receiving the last rites, and died on 8 April 1950, three weeks short of twenty.
What survives of her is a phrase her companions remembered and a devotion that spread through Spanish-speaking schools within a decade of her death: she had wanted, she said, to be a saint — not a remarkable one, a real one. John Paul II declared her Venerable on 9 June 1983. She is in this catalogue because a nineteen-year-old who did nothing at all except mean it is a harder case for holiness than a martyr, and the Church took it seriously.