Lucky Dog
Can't stop thinking about luck.
Have to consider myself a lucky dog. Throughout my life I've gotten more than my share of lucky breaks. Even got hired once (pre-press production) by mistake. By the time the company figured out the hiring call went out to the wrong person (me), I'd been there a few weeks and they kept me to avoid having to re-train the person who was supposed to get the job.
But my lucky streak runs deeper and longer than that.
I was an adopted child. My parents chose me from an orphanage when I was nine-months-old. No idea who my natural parents were (and no interest in finding out). Grew up in a safe, healthy environment and received a good education from both my family and schools.
Luck seems to visit when I'm least expecting it. I'm sure that when I was nine-months-old I was minding my own baby business and not shopping for good parents. Meeting Proverb was a similar unexpected gift.
When Proverb and I met neither she nor I had any interest in finding someone with whom to become romantically involved. I was minding my own business taking photos and she was minding hers writing for the newspaper. By pure chance, an email she sent to a defunct website found its way to me. I answered it, she answered back, and four years, two continents and one ocean later, here we are, happily married.
But there was one interest we both shared at the time we met that accounts for what's taken place since. We both had an interest in knowing and communicating with decent human beings. Love and romance came later (not so much later as I would have thought, but a little later).
And that's what I tell my friends who would like to find a Proverb of their own. Don't go hunting for a soul mate, lover, or cyber-what-have-you. Stick to basics. Keep your eyes and ears sensitive to the presence of a decent human being and see where the road takes you. Seems these days a decent human being can be harder to find than a lover, but they sure make for the best life partner and often appear when you least expect them.
Proverb is the most decent human being I've ever had the pleasure to know. She talks straight, writes poetically, and her word is her bond no matter where, when, or to whom it's given. That's what I could tell about her right away from the emails we exchanged. It was a long time before we got around to wondering what each other looked like and I can say that by then it didn't matter, though lucky dog that I am, she happens to be a beautiful woman.
Maybe love's a lot like money. Seems the harder you chase it the faster it runs.