Scene Three

Mama PC

It was the year 1977. My senior year. JC was a supervisor in the school I attended and I found myself looking forward to his quiet and kind attentions. He worked with our music program, and I took piano lessons from him for several months, weekly. Propriety was his middle name. He never even thought of me as someone he would be interested in. For one thing, I was young and silly. For the other, I was in a relationship with the youth pastor. But, he liked me as a person, and I liked him as well. But we were from two different worlds. One day, I remember thinking as I gazed toward him, that "he would make a wonderful husband". This, in my mind, wasn't applying to me... as in, I didn't think he'd be MY husband. But, I was observing a fact.

I had always dated the strong, athletic, "cool" types in high school. The guy I was in a relationship at that time was musical, yes, and funny, but he was irresponsible, used me to pay for food and other things, and seemed to put his needs before mine. He was not trustworthy. I knew that he wasn't the one for me, but didn't know how to just drop the relationship.

On the otherhand, JC was sweet, serious, kind, honest, careful, industrious, faithful and funny and respected me. I liked and admired those qualities. Plus, he knew everything there was to know about music and the Bible. What more could a girl ask for?