Our First Bandage Change (This one has an embedded link that might throw you off. Keep looking for the See More button to open up the full text of this post and not the referenced post) If you’ll recall from the post on “The Night of the Proposal” (https://facebook/taylor.c.hartley/posts/10204248938173383?comment_id=10204249260461440&offset=0&total_comments=1¬if_t=feed_comment), I wrote that when we had both finished schooling and tests the summer of 2005—Jamie at BYU and I at California Western School of Law—we both had a lot of time. We were dating each other exclusively and she was able to visit me in San Diego for about a week. Let me tell you about this visit. I was living in an apartment with a dear friend, Ferdinand, from the Philippines. He was a character—cheerful and deeply religious. Ferdinand Reduque was a pastor to an Evangelical Christian group. He and I instantly became friends when I first met him at the hospital one day. (Later, in our friendship, I’d go with him to his church services and while driving he’d sing and pray in tongues). My roommate, whom I was with while living in Ocean Beach, California during my second year of law school, had gotten sick. I think it was diabetes related. I visited him on a Sunday at the hospital. Because it was the Sabbath, I first parked my car when I arrived, opened my trunk, and looked at the books of scripture I had stored back there. Something told me to grab the Bible. Only the Bible. Not the Book of Mormon or otherwise. I had purchased this Bible at a dollar store. Actually, I bought a lot of them for a buck a piece so that I could give them away if I ever needed to. When I came into the room, I was holding the Bible in my hand. Ferdinand, my roommates nurse, came in and immediately recognized the Bible. Somehow, we instantly got into a discussion and I replied that I was a Mormon. He nodded, looked at the book in my hand, pointed, and said, “You’ve got the BETTER book.” I grinned inside. He and I exchanged our numbers and later became roommates in another portion of San Diego after I was done with law school. He was the best chef! He’d make me delicious Filipino dishes! I loved Asian food. I had served my mission for our church for two years in South Korea. In addition, Chinese food has always been my favorite once I was exposed to it as a child. So, all this Asian food, Asian accents, and Asian foods were quite a treat for me as I lived with him. As a side-note, he privileged me with requesting that I baptize him into my particular faith, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, just as I always hoped I could do on my official mission in Korea to a minister, or pastor, or priest, many of whom I met and shared my understanding of Christ’s Gospel and Church, hoping that their closeness to Christ would aid them in making another step closer, but never had a chance to get them started on this added path of baptism by immersion for the remission of sins and continued discipleship with Christ. This all happened after he met Jamie. Ive since lost contact with him and hope and pray someday to meet him again. So, backing up to when Jamie arrived. She stayed at Ferdinand’s apartment with us for a week, sleeping in my room with the door closed at night while I slept on a couch in the living room. Normally, this situation is of the kind that goes against my morals, but, once again, I broke them for the sake of innocently getting closer to Jamie (like I did when I agreed to go to the temple with her before we were even engaged and ended up spontaneously proposing to her). This stay proved to be eye-opening. Jamie let me help her do her bandages one morning. It took us three hours. Normally, it took her good nurses only an hour. But, I was new and she was training me. It was a tender experience. One I’ll never forget. In part because how she looked. My eyes bulged and jaw dropped, almost, when I came in the bedroom, shut the door, and found Jamie sitting in the center of the room in a red swimming suit with an opening in the center of her bust. She thought it was modest. Ha! Not me. And red...red is my favorite color. Jamie in a hot bathing suit. I’d never witnessed such beauty, flabbergastingly attractive beauty. And, her skin--where it wasnt porcelain, it was marble, a pretty pink marble with all sorts of different shades of pink. I had to avert my eyes. I was still trying to be a good boy in the middle of all this intimacy. But, besides the physical attraction, we grew closer together as she saw me carefully do my best to follow her lead and help her do something she could not do adequately on her own. Well, at this point in her life, I really think she could do all of it on her own. But, again, I think she was trying to ease me into the life of EB so I could be better prepared, just in case we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. You always have to consider that option if you exclusively date someone. At least, I did.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 15:46:57 +0000
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