I was living in Schenectady NY. My children were still in Ohio and one of them needed me to come home and help them out. While back in Ohio I was staying with a friend. She and I were going through some profiles on a program called powwow.
We were bored, okay? Ha,Ha!
My friend spotted the name MrPifloyd and of course wanted to know if it meant Pink Floyd or not, but would not ask him. Being the brazen one, I took over the key board and thus started a change in my life.
We talked for four days straight. Well, I did most of the talking because Steve was shooting off one question after an other. When he asked if he could come and meet me, I was really undecided. I had been seeing someone else. No one was to keen on whom I had been seeing and after a little prodding from my friends, I agreed to the meeting.
Steve was the real southern-gent type. We had a great day together. He introduced me to Karoke that weekend which I had never heard of. The man should have been a country western singer, wow what a voice.
After he left and went back to his home in the Pocono's, I left and went back to NY. I wrote Steve a letter and suggested that perhaps since he never dated after his divorce and since I was a little Leary of the six year age difference, that we should go slow. That will become a good laugh as this story moves on.
We talked every night and on Wednesday Steve asked me if I wanted to come down and meet his friends. But; he said he was not sure about me meeting his girls. He was very protective of them and didn't want anyone getting involved in their lives unless he was sure it was a long lasting relationship. Another funny as you will soon see!
So we decided that I would drive down on Friday. Well that decision didn't live long either, as we talked until about 4:30 Thursday morning. By then the plan changed to me getting some rest and coming down that afternoon.
Ah, here's where the plot thickens now!
I had a Mazda B-2000 pick up truck that I absolutely loved. It had blown a head gasket. My so called boyfriend had, had someone work on it for me. Well that's what I was told. Actually I think it was fixed the way "he" wanted it, which would assure I didn't get far with the thing.
I was to meet Steve at a restaurant at 7 that night. I planned on leaving early and doing some site seeing. After all I had never been to the Pocono Mountains. The two hour trip turned into a nightmare. The first hour went by quickly but then the heat gage kept creeping up and up. I had to stop every 15 minutes to fill the reserve with water and let the engine cool. I finally made it to Bushkill about 9. It had taken me 7 hours to make a 2 1/2 - 3 hour trip. I pulled off the road to look at my directions and of course there died my beautiful little Mazda. I walked to a near by store and learned the restaurant was only about a mile down the road. I was sure Steve had left there long ago but I went down anyway. I tried calling his house but...because of a storm all lines were down where he lived. So there I sat in a strange place with no truck and no way to get a hold of him. I ordered a cup of coffee and as the coffee arrived....so did Steve. He said he figured something had come up and was popping in about every half hour to check and see if I had made it.
Now here's where you
learn that all the best plans of mice and men ......well you know the
verse.
We had dinner and of course had to do something with my truck. We decided that we would tow it to his place.....oops, remember I was not suppose to meet his kids...........Anyway the truck mysteriously decided to start. So we drove it up the hill to where he lived. How it made it up that mountain side is just a plain miracle. (As you will see there were quite a number of "miracles" taking place. ) But there it sat and didn't start again.
I met the girls and it was decided that I would bunk in with his oldest daughter. The next day Steve had to work so I had plenty of time to get to know the girls and let them get to know me.
On Saturday we took the girls swimming. One of them asked if they could call me mom. It didn't set to well with the oldest but the younger two had their minds made up. Saturday evening Steve confronted me with a decision. He said if I wanted to get back to NY he would get me there. I was to start work on Monday morning. OR, I could just stay there and marry him and he'd fix the truck, haha.
That night was sleepless as I sat making a list and checking it twice, three times and so on and so forth. Praying goes with out saying. The next morning I was making the girls breakfast when Steve got up. He came in and asked me what my plans were. My answer said it all........." I don't know what OUR plans are. We were married the Tuesday after.
From the day we met, to the day we married numbered 18, count them 18 days.
Oh, and remember that letter I wrote about taking it slow? Well it arrived on Thursday. God does sometimes work in the postal business. We laughed a bit as Steve said, had he read that letter before inviting me down, things would have went much different.
PS...he did fix my truck too. Another miracle. You see head gaskets need to be torqued down. This one you could unscrew with your fingers. It should not have ever made that trip. I kid Steve now because he sold my pick up shortly after fixing it. I tell everyone sense he sold the truck I'm stuck with him. But what a wonderful place to be Stuck. Praise God!
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