In honor of Valentine’s Day, I thought I would tell the story of how Dan and I met. It isn’t every day that you get to relive the day you fell in love, so I am going to enjoy this, even if you all think it is corny!
I was about to embark on my sophomore year at MBBC when I complained to my parents that I really did not want to go back. I didn’t have a boyfriend, or any real prospects and I was going back to a crazy, dating world. Everyone was dating, or was desperately trying to find someone with which to date. It was somewhat depressing for me, especially because I had experienced such a great summer at home with my college group. It was filled with outstanding Christians that were real in their walk and didn’t know or understand the world of legalistic Bible colleges I felt I was returning to. I desperately wanted to date someone with a similar background and belief system and I felt that there wasn’t anyone like that at Maranatha.
So after venting to my parents, my dad said, “Well, Donette, maybe God will bring someone new to campus this year.” I quickly reminded him that I couldn’t date a younger guy, so the likelihood that would happen was slim. He replied, “Maybe some junior will transfer from another college.” Like most young adults, his parental prediction went in one ear and out the other. I returned to school without thinking twice about what he said.
I was working in the telecounseling office in the admissions office and came across some information for a new student who had transferred in from Cornerstone College in Grand Rapids, MI. I hadn’t met him, so I questioned my workmates about who he was. It seemed everyone already knew of him and they all started telling me how he was this great soccer player who had played on scholarship at Cornerstone and now was going to take our soccer team to great heights. (Our team didn’t have the reputation of greatness, and the campus was obsessed with good athletes. Remember the girl basketball player who had played D-1? She was a legend before she ever stepped foot on the court.) I didn’t think about him again.
Now this is where the story gets fuzzy. Dan swears that we met sooner than I remember, but all I can vouch for is my memory, so that is the version you will get. . . . . . . . . tomorrow. Stay tuned!