Alan is a riot, always the clown. Other girls flirt with him, and I don't like that very much. But, the fact he wants ME gives my ego a boost. I just smile confidently and watch their expressions wilt.
We've shared classes since grade school, but he only took notice of me our senior year. Suddenly, he was my steady. Now that I'm away at college, he writes letters. And, that's how I got my first proposal. It scared me silly. Do I really know what this guy is capable of? Is he teasing or could he be serious? I don't know what to think. Here, you read it...
"I just got myself a big club. I'm heading up to your campus and I shall bop you on the head and drag you off by your hair. We'll get married, of course, since I know you wouldn't have me any other way. But, once I'm your husband, your life will change, big time. When I say 'jump,' you will say, 'how high?' I will expect you to be my slave, doing everything I command, including cosmetic surgery when you get old and wrinkled.
"If you even think of disappointing me or fail to live up to MY expectations, YOU can expect to be whipped into submission. Ha Ha! Oh, and you WILL be happy with me. So happy, that you will grovel at my feet because that is what I will regularly order you to do.
"So, is that a 'Yes, Alan, dear!' I hear you say? I'll be seeing you---SOON! Love, Alan"
The storm came up so fast. I couldn't even see the shore. Before I knew it, I was in the water, coming up for air only to be thrown over by another churning wave. Thank God I had a life jacket on, because I cannot swim. Everything looked so hopeless I knew I was doomed. All I could see was dark and wild water. Just trying to get one more futile breath, I lost all track of time...
Then, suddenly, someone was with me. First I saw his outstretched hand and I tried to grab it. But, I couldn't make it. I cried out to the stranger, "Can YOU help me? I can't see you. I can't swim. I...." And, then I felt two strong arms around me and I heard his voice.
"Don't worry, I've got you."
Oh, he did, too. I felt so safe, all of a sudden. At least, if I were going to drown, I wouldn't be drowning alone.
He was a member of the Coast Guard. He dangled from a cable off the side of a helicopter. And, he held me tight as we were lifted from the water. Here he was, risking his own life to go after someone lost in the midst of a storm. I could never have made it, myself. My arms wouldn't be strong enough. But, his were.
Once safe in the chopper, I sputtered, laughing and sobbing at the same time. When I finally laid eyes on my rescuer, he was smiling and looking at me with the sweetest expression in his eyes, lIke he were delighted that he had found me in time, still alive.
My heart nearly burst with gratitude. I understood better than ever what the woman at Simon's dinner must have felt, when she washed the Master's feet with her tears. If this stranger had asked me to do something for him, I would have kissed his feet and told him, "How can I not, after what you did for me?"
And then, I couldn't believe my ears. As if reading my mind, he said in a soft, gruff voice, "Would you even marry me?"
So, that's my story. I've "known" Alan most of my life, but do I really know him? Is he fiend or clown? Would he be a delightful, entertaining husband, always full of surprises, making me laugh? Or, was his threatening letter the true Alan? I think I've loved him for years, but now, I am afraid.
But, my rescuer---even though we only just met---he did so much for me that, in answer to his question, I already want to tell him: "Yes!"
He saved me and won my heart. I am not only confident he can be trusted with my life, I've seen enough to give him my future, relying on God for everything else.
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