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After I first went visiting the sick with my now-wife, Ruth, I knew something miraculous had happened. The day after we went out, I got a call from my Mother that my Father had died and Ruth was standing next to me. My Mother said, "I hate to give you this news when you're all alone," and I answered, "I'm not alone any more, Mom." And I knew it. The following day, I was on my way home to the funeral and during the time I was there, I guess that all I talked about was Ruth. On the way back to the airport, my sister asked me, "How long have you known Ruth, she's all you talk about?" "Two days," I answered. I knew then that I wanted to marry her. When I prayed about it, I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not to propose until we'd been going together for three months. I marked the date down on my calendar, and despite my desires, resolved to wait. But, after a couple of weeks, I told Ruth that I was going to propose to her, but I was told a specific date to do it, and then we had two and a half months of her trying to guess when it would be. As it turned out, three months to the day fell on a Friday of a long weekend... couldn't have been better timing. If I'd chosen it.

Jerry