Once upon a time, working a boring job living an utterly mundane existence 50 hours a week, suddenly I got a phone call that changed my life. Jason, how would you like to go to Uganda and Kenya? I said yes, quit my job, flew to Africa, expecting to get mauled by lions and eaten alive by starving cannibals. Instead I met smelly babies that made silly noises and a California college girl, who volunteered at the orphanage, wearing out-of-fashion clothing and no make up, showing unconditional love to unwanted babies. I went with her on safari and saw lions, giraffes, elephants, monkeys, gazelle. We river rafted with hippos, alligators and took pictures of a waterfall on the Nile and held hands with the setting sun. She kissed me good bye at Entebbe airport and promised she looked better in America. Three millenia ago the wisest man to live on earth said, beauty is fleeting, and charm is deceptive, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. After Africa a year later she surprised me with LA Laker playoff tickets to Staples Center and further won my heart, slumming it in India with the poorest of the poor. Life is not always a fairy tale. She was upset that I was not serious... and was right. As a result I was deleted on FB, she blocked her phone number and her dad called me never to see or talk to her again, unless I wanted a restraining order. I lost her forever. LA Laker point guard, Magic Johnson in the NBA Finals against the invincible Boston Celtics dribbled the basketball with 1 second left, down by 1 point, shot a prayer, a desperation hook shot to score and win the championship. I wrote a desperation love letter to this girl, mailing a prayer that if she ever came back, I would be serious. I flew away to Japan with my buddy and we went to China and Hong Kong smuggling Bibles. When I came back to America I was driven VIP style from LAX airport to Las Vegas by beautiful Africa girl. I threw away your letter...but I took it out of the trash and read it 2 days later. One night during a severe lightning storm, I took her to the 67th floor of Mandalay Bay. We ate dinner and I gave her a ring from Jinja, Africa and said: i lOve you. I was a virgin, waiting for marriage, believing God would magically give me the perfect wife. Encouraged by her response, I proposed with a diamond ring on Christmas night, before the end of the year. However, she texted me new years that we were over. I was rejected. On Valentines Day she missed me and drove out to Las Vegas and gave me one more chance. I did everything I could to win her back in 7 days by taking her to shows, clubs, dinner and church, realizing this would be the last time Id ever see her.. alas it was to no avail. She left and as Hosea writes, but me she forgot. That spring I studied abroad in Europe for my masters degree, visiting the historical sites of the Spartans, Trojans, Romans and ancient Byzantium. After finishing my school work I randomly sent an email. She responded that she checked in at Hard Rock casino in Vegas and she gave me her room number. I was so excited, I drove like king Jehu, the chariot driver and raced to see her. She was alone and I took her to the top of the Stratosphere where we talked till 4am. I ordered us a couple martinis and I probably drank too much for I compromised my beliefs. I did not wait for wedding bells or marriage. After a little tango and the wild thing... despite taking a morning after pill, she got pregnant. We went to premarital counseling. She took a $1000 DNA test and the last time I heard from her, happened to be the Star Wars moment of my life. In a non Darth Vader like voice, she revealed to me on telephone, Jason, you are the father. I was in Luke Skywalker shock. She promised to call back that night and every day, but I never heard back from her again. Many times i feel like Im in the Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore movie 50 1st dates, other times I feel like Forest Gump. Instead of calling me, she blocked me on FB again, and blocked me with her phone, again, and the dad warned me of another restraining order, again, if i ever messag or talk to her again. Africa girl for half a year has not communicated with me in any way, except on my birthday Dec 9th, she sent me a court summons for sole child custody, support and to pay hospital fees and attorney fees. Wanting to settle out of court is impossible, because my family is not allowed to communicate with anyone in her family except to her attorney. Ive consulted with lawyers and discovered my rights as a father are equivocal to that of a convicted murderer. This feels like the lowest point of my life. I am not allowed to be there to witness the birth of my son and she wants nothing to do with me again. Ultimately, the responsibility falls on my shoulders. I have not been a leader, who she or anyone would want to follow. Maybe I could win her over if I became Ryan Gosling and had a billion dollars. But I failed. Ive learned a lesson. I know many will judge me and the truth is I judge myself. I hope one day to be a good father, if given a chance and a better friend to others, cause right now Im a drag. I want to humbly acknowledge my trust is in God, my faith in Jesus Christ and though its difficult, I publicly surrender my life to His will. God works out everything for the good of those who love Him. Rom 8:28 ~ I apologize if I have spoken poorly of Africa girl or anyone in any way. I drove out to 1,000 Oaks tonight and am spending time with family. For those with the faith of a mustard seed, please pray for my family, the Africa girls family and our child. That God would do a miracle.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 07:21:23 +0000
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