This story is true. No names have been changed. It was what it was. It began one dark, star-lit night at a quiet, serene farm house about three miles south of Chelsea, Iowa. It almost ended there as well, if fate hadn't stepped in. Fate, hah! Blind luck (and the man upstairs watching over the entire scene). It's a love story of epic proportions Maybe not epic, but quite miraculous to say the least. A man, (me) and a beautiful young lady, (Deb), are the main and only characters in the story. And remember, it is true! So here goes---confession being good for the soul and all that stuff!!
It happened about 40 years ago. Deb and I were engaged to be married. We were in love. The old "googly-eyes" kind of love. Never a mean word kind of love. Always, "whatever you want" kind of love. Ya, you know what I'm talking about. Well, it was all this and more. One night after a date, we got into a discussion. Don't remember what it was about, but it was one of those discussions that turns into an argument, which then sort of morphs into a "fight." Our first one. It became heated. Words were said that shouldn't of been said, (ya, you're right, mostly mine), and tears flowed, (again, you're right, mostly Debs).
It was not a pretty thing. We were outside, just a little ways from her parent's farm home south of Chelsea. The discussion......fight, started to get ever so slightly our of control. I wasn't too overly concerned about the whole ordeal, (thinking more about the kiss & makeup thing afterwards), but Deb was getting more and more heartbroken. She really was! Being from the lineage of "MEN," I had no idea to what degree she was becoming heartbroken. But it was starting to look like that ol' "kiss & make up" thing was not gonna happen...not that night at least and maybe ever. You see, the next moment, the absolutely unimaginable happened. AND I WAS IN, WHAT WE CALL BACK IN CHELSEA---A PICKLE! Of gigantic proportions.
As we were discussing, ER, fighting........me saying dumb things, (hard to believe, he?), and Deb crying her sweet little eyes out----she then quickly slid her engagement ring off her finger and said something like this, "John, maybe this night is for the best and we should just go our separate ways."
What? No, no, no. That wasn't how this was supposed to go down. It wasn't to end up like this at all. I was to use my charm, cuteness, cutsy words and we were to hug, smooch, hug, smooch and smooch some more and she was supposed to say something like, "Oh John, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. What would I ever do without you. I couldn't possibly one moment if you weren't in my life." That's what she was supposed to say. Not anything like giving me back the ring and saying we should go our separate ways!!! Yikes...now what do I do.
So here we were. Face to face, not more than a foot apart, looking each other in the eyes. The ring now thrust into my hand. It's now officially off her finger and resting snugly in my right hand. Did I mention that this is a true story, because get ready for what happened next!!!
I said, "Ok, if that's the way you want it, honey, than that's the way it will be. I don't want the ring either." And with that, out on this dark country farm, I pulled back my arm, my right arm, the arm with the engagement ring firmly in the palm the the hand of that arm. With baseball like grace and power, I threw the ring as far as I could. Haruumph! There, that'll show her, I thought.
Well, we got married and still are! But the story does not end there. Like Paul Harvey used to say, "Here's the rest of the story." But you'll have to wait until next week. It has an amazing ending.....and I am definitely not out of the woods yet. Till next time, That's The Way I See It.
Let me know one of your love stories at firstname.lastname@example.org or call me at 319-334-4117. You won't believe how our story turned out. Till next time, be blest this week.
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