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di's Insite
Unexpected Answer
It happened unexpectedly, although later I realized it was an answer to a
prayer.
Why is it, I wondered, that I spend time praying and forget that
prayer when the answer is right before me? There, for a moment, I was
complaining about another day lost to sitting and waiting on a delivery
truck. Heck, complaining was a habit with me, might as well admit that
right here and now. I had it good compared to many of my whinny online
friends so to keep from bragging, I complained. What a waste of time! But
I am getting ahead of myself again---Runs in the family so don't blame me!
I had too much time to think on my hands, too much time to realize there was
no one to listen to my own memories, listen to me period. Oh I could write
to many, but how do you put into words the longing just to hear another
voice admiring your accomplishments and thinking you are the best ever?
That would sound so selfish, or at least that was my frame of mind then.
Listening for the doorbell, I had turned back to the computer's constant
reminder someone was sending me another message.
I should tell you the men online seem only to send back messages when the
conversation gets interesting. Otherwise you can wait until the cows come
home and all you will get are one line answers to your attempts at
conversation. My buddy list grew only because of my sense of
humor---that's another thing people like about me. That runs in the family
too.
I typed and quipped with speed, wishing the delivery truck would hurry up,
telling this male I was wanting to be out in the sunshine, walking my dog on
a park trail. Finally, I decided enough was enough; I was not going to
sit in the house all day because of some truck. Typing that I was leaving
for yonder park, another message arrived. At least this male could answer
quickly, I thought. Reading, my curiosity got the best of me, why did he
want to know what I was going to do after the truck arrived? Erasing my
typing, I asked him just that. The reply intrigued me: would I care to
make lunch together? Nothing intended, he quickly explained. Just he felt
like company and if I wanted, he had a new DVD we could watch. He'd bring
it to the family residence where I rented a room, keeping our contact at a
minimal. I quickly checked with the family to see if plans had been made;
they had---a teen party was planned for the afternoon.
Sighing, I typed back, maybe another time? A moment passed and I could
feel his interest being lost---or so I imagined. Later, I would realize
this man didn't give up easily. His answer was long, explaining how his
family lived nearby and how safe it was to come to his place and he wouldn't
ask this soon but maybe my dog might like a breath of country air anyway?
Smiling at what appeared as his shyness, though later that too was
dismissed, I typed that a drive would do me good. I would bring some food
along and we could cook and talk after I met his family. After a few more
messages, I had a phone number and directions.
Never did I expect I would be on a journey for the next two years that would
be so exhilarating, an answer to prayer, and end so sadly.
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© 2002 di
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