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Created on: March 03, 2007 Last Updated: September 13, 2010
It was the spring of 2004, April's Fools had just passed and I had just lost my car. On my way to work my mom decided that we needed to stop at the gas station before we ran out, but I kept telling her, "no, wait until we get by my job before I become late". She decided to stop at the 47th street Am-Pm anyway.
Reluctantly, I walked in to pay for the gas and there was this big black man arguing with the store clerk about a newspaper. For no reason at all my heart started pounded. What was it about this man with the dark sun-kissed skin? As I left the store, that same man asked me over to his car and tried to ask me about church. We talked, and I gave him my number and headed to work. That same night he called me and conversed for about two hours on the phone.
For the next week, it was back and forth. Our schedules where hectic, he worked two jobs and I had school and work. When we finally got together, it was just for one night, I had no time for him and he had no time for me. It lasted about two months and I said I can't do this, we don't see each other at all and I have other priorities. I felt at that time, he wanted too much from me. I never talked to him again. He kept calling me, but I always hung up the phone or ignored the rings. That lasted all of three months.
About two months later, I found myself calling his phone just to hear the voice-mail, but he answered and I was stuck. He said he was surprised to hear from me, but little did he know, so was I. With no intentions of calling him ever again, I lied and told him I would be in touch. I never called him. That next Thursday, A stranger told me that the guy I was thinking about, his whole attitude and ways of thinking, would be changed. I thought, who is she talking about. That Sunday, as my church was to go to the bay area, we had to get gas. As we got gas and was ready to leave, a member called and told us to wait because she needed to go home and change vehicles. About 15 minutes later she returned and guess what, he appeared at the same time. The same Am-Pm that we first met at! I contemplated if I should go and say hi. I thought, yea, I better be nice. As I exited the car, all of his paperwork that he and his co-worker had, had flew all over the ground. I walked over and helped pick them up for him. When I handed the papers to him, he saw that it was me. He said hi, I said hi. That was the beginning of our life together.
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