I believe that once this English Composition Professor told me I had a gift in writing, this was the only reason God had me at this university.
I had met Bill at the first religious school I attended. I can't say we were friends, but he did like my roommate for a while, so I knew him.
At the school, we had different activities where we could go on dates. They had roller skating in the gym with no music or holding hands. We had banquets where you could sit at the same table. There were some activities on Saturday nights.
There were no competitive sports. I say this because I only went to one high school football game. I attended that with a girl who lived next door to me in my hometown.
Anyway, I usually had some guy ask me to go to one of these school activities. I went with Bill to one.
I had a boyfriend who did not attend this school. He lived in town and went to high school. We were allowed to walk to town once a week. I'd time my trip to town when he would be out of school.
This guy was everything this religious school disliked. He had long hair, he played in a rock band, and he did not belong to this religious group. That being said, he was so kind and good to me. He was nothing like these religious guys at school.
Bill wanted out of this school as much as I did. So he graduated in his junior year. Bill is very smart! He would have been the valedictorian of the junior and senior classes, but the school would not allow him to march up on graduation day.
Bill was the first to graduate from that school in his junior year. Maybe others did after him, I don't know.
Sadly, the school refused to release his records to the secular university. So his dad, who was a doctor, went up and demanded Bill's transcripts. Needless to say, Bill's younger brothers were allowed to attend high school in their town.
So when I was expelled, Bill was already at a secular university, but he somehow heard I was on my way out, and he called.
One thing we both had in common was that we wanted out of this place. Now we both were!
While I was at the second school in Illinois, Bill drove from Michigan to see me. I lived in Illinois and Michigan in the summer, and Bill came to visit me in Illinois, too. We liked to hang out in Old Town in Chicago. Bill also drove to the university to see me.
In February, Bill and I got married. He was 19, and I was going to be 19 the next month. We have now been married for almost 57 years.
"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise Him." Psalm 102:18
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