Thursday, September 8, 2011
Called Josie...Left Message
I wanted to talk to Josie, so I called her yesterday, but she didn't answer. I left a message. In the message, I said that whenever she needed my help for the translations we had talked about, that I would be more than happy to help her. Also, I said in the message that I had called to say hello.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Called To Cancel...But Nice Call
Josie called Tuesday, 6:00 p.m., one hour before game time, to cancel my invitation. She said that it would not be "prudent" of her to go out that late, knowing she had work tomorrow morning. However, she profusely thanked me for my "good will" in extending the invitation to her. She mentioned in passing that, as a Christian, she saw nothing wrong with having a good time attending a baseball game, but, if it were a dance club, that would be a different story. What?!? Again, I am encouraged by the fact that she considers me a contemporary of hers in saying the dance club comment, even though I'm 35 and she's 27.
Monday, September 5, 2011
On Sunday...Lightning Struck
Lightning struck. This was a saying I used to say when against the odds, an underdog team won. Well, "Lightning Struck" on Sunday at church, figuratively speaking.
I sat in the section where Josie and her family usually sit. They came late, so I didn't notice them until later in the service. Once the service was over, I bought my son his usual ice cream cone from the truck, and while I was contemplating where Josie was, the mother, Gladys, was a few feet away smiling at me. I waved at her and walked over. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a very tight hug. We made light banter. She said hello to a sister from the church who had a newborn baby, and made this comment, "Oh, I'm praying that my Josie will give me a grandchild." Then as we continued to talk she spotted Josie a few feet away. She said, "Oh, there's my daughter Josie, come on, I want you to meet her".
She said to Josie, "Remember that nice young man I told you I met in class, here he is." I said, "Hi Josie, how are you?" The mother said to me, "Oh. Did you know I was Josie's mother?" Let me speculate as to her question. Did she mean that if my knowing that she was Josie's mother led to my "nice guy" behavior towards her? Did she mean whether I meticulously and sneakily planned to meet her, knowing she was Josie's mother, just to get in good with Josie? I sure hope not. What's the truth? Well, perhaps somewhere in the middle. I genuinely think Josie's mom is a sweet person. Yet I know she's Josie's mother. Oh no, I now realize that I've stained the genuine characteristic that Josie's mother thought about me.
Back to the conversation with Josie. We talked about 20 minutes or so. Face to face with this beauty was what I've been praying about for the last few months, since approximately May (4 months). Finally the relief of talking to her, and seeing her eye to eye. Wow! What an absolute beauty. She's thin and tall. Her eyes are large and light brown. He nose is thin and curved. Her smile is wonderful. Her hair is a lovely dark blond. Her accent is Guayaquilean, from Ecuador. She told me that she's been praying to God that she find someone "divinely appointed" that she can hire to help her translate to English certain reports that she had to do for work. I offered her to help her free of charge. She insisted in paying me. I insisted no charge. Also, when we were about to say goodbye to each other, I asked her out to a baseball game where I had an extra ticket. She said that that day, Tuesday, is difficult for her because it's her first day of work. I asked her to call me to let me know.
It was a momentous day for me.
I sat in the section where Josie and her family usually sit. They came late, so I didn't notice them until later in the service. Once the service was over, I bought my son his usual ice cream cone from the truck, and while I was contemplating where Josie was, the mother, Gladys, was a few feet away smiling at me. I waved at her and walked over. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a very tight hug. We made light banter. She said hello to a sister from the church who had a newborn baby, and made this comment, "Oh, I'm praying that my Josie will give me a grandchild." Then as we continued to talk she spotted Josie a few feet away. She said, "Oh, there's my daughter Josie, come on, I want you to meet her".
She said to Josie, "Remember that nice young man I told you I met in class, here he is." I said, "Hi Josie, how are you?" The mother said to me, "Oh. Did you know I was Josie's mother?" Let me speculate as to her question. Did she mean that if my knowing that she was Josie's mother led to my "nice guy" behavior towards her? Did she mean whether I meticulously and sneakily planned to meet her, knowing she was Josie's mother, just to get in good with Josie? I sure hope not. What's the truth? Well, perhaps somewhere in the middle. I genuinely think Josie's mom is a sweet person. Yet I know she's Josie's mother. Oh no, I now realize that I've stained the genuine characteristic that Josie's mother thought about me.
Back to the conversation with Josie. We talked about 20 minutes or so. Face to face with this beauty was what I've been praying about for the last few months, since approximately May (4 months). Finally the relief of talking to her, and seeing her eye to eye. Wow! What an absolute beauty. She's thin and tall. Her eyes are large and light brown. He nose is thin and curved. Her smile is wonderful. Her hair is a lovely dark blond. Her accent is Guayaquilean, from Ecuador. She told me that she's been praying to God that she find someone "divinely appointed" that she can hire to help her translate to English certain reports that she had to do for work. I offered her to help her free of charge. She insisted in paying me. I insisted no charge. Also, when we were about to say goodbye to each other, I asked her out to a baseball game where I had an extra ticket. She said that that day, Tuesday, is difficult for her because it's her first day of work. I asked her to call me to let me know.
It was a momentous day for me.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Buddy, Buddy With Josie's Mother
Josie's mother, Gladys, came in to my Saturday class again today. She came right up to me, sat next to me, smiled and poked me. We talked again as old friends. She told me that she's been wanting to call me and if I could give her my phone number, which of course I did. She asked about Arthur, my son, and I took the opportunity to tell her again about my separation/divorce. I told her that he's at his mother's home, and that usually he spends 3 days with her, and 4 days with me.
There was an exam today and Gladys was not ready at all. She asked me to help her cheat. I did. I know I shouldn't have done it, but how do I tell the mother of the girl I like, "no, I can't help you cheat?" We're supposed to be Christians and if Josie was looking for a Godly man, I definitely lost some points. On the other hand, I did help the mother, and that should buy me some points. Probably tonight, the family will ask the mother how she did in her exam, and she'll tell them all how I helped her. Therefore, I wonder what the reaction will be tomorrow. I wonder if Josie or the father will come up to me to thank me for helping the mother?
There was an exam today and Gladys was not ready at all. She asked me to help her cheat. I did. I know I shouldn't have done it, but how do I tell the mother of the girl I like, "no, I can't help you cheat?" We're supposed to be Christians and if Josie was looking for a Godly man, I definitely lost some points. On the other hand, I did help the mother, and that should buy me some points. Probably tonight, the family will ask the mother how she did in her exam, and she'll tell them all how I helped her. Therefore, I wonder what the reaction will be tomorrow. I wonder if Josie or the father will come up to me to thank me for helping the mother?
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