The Foolish Plan

“What could they still be talking about for so long?” Yolanda grumbled as she looked over at the closed door.  “He’s been in there with her for almost an hour.”

Doris looked at her as she sat there craning her neck to see what was going on inside the office while her fingers danced over the keyboard.   “You really got it bad for him, don’t you?” she said, shaking her head.

Yolanda glared at her.  “I do not,” she denied crossly.

“Then why are you getting all bent out of shape because he’s in his office with Paulina?”

“I’m not all bent out of shape.  I was just wondering why they are in there so long.  Doesn’t she have any work to do?  How would he like it if I were to spend such a long time in Max’s office, for example?”  She sighed.  “Then, again, he probably wouldn’t even notice.”

“I’ll have to disagree with you on that one.  I think he has a thing for you too.”

Yolanda stared at her.  “Seriously?” she said, incredulous.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching.”

Yolanda shook her head.  “No, I don’t stand a chance–not when Paulina is around.  I mean look at how different we are.  She’s tall and beautiful and I’m short and dumpy.”

“I happen to think that you’re pretty and vivacious.”

“Thanks, Doris, but I’m no match for Paulina’s beauty and elegance.  I might as well be invisible for all the notice he pays me when she’s around.”

“All right,  have it your way. ”

Yolanda glanced at her watch.  “I’d better be leaving now.  I promised Kenneth that I would meet him for lunch at twelve.”

“Who’s Kenneth again?”

“He’s a guy I went to university with.”

“I’ll let Leif know that you’ve gone out for lunch, if he asks.”

Yolanda got up from the desk.  “I doubt that he will,” she said dryly as she grabbed her handbag.   Just as she was about to walk away, the door to Leif’s office opened and Paulina stepped out.  She looked stunning in the white slim fit pant suit that hugged her curves and the matching white strappy sandals.  Her strawberry blonde hair fell in thick waves about her shoulders.  She was laughing at something Leif said.  He was standing in the doorway looking gorgeous as usual in a charcoal grey suit, matching tie and black shirt.  They looked really good together.

Jealousy ripped through her like a knife.  She turned and quickly walked away.

Kenneth was in the lobby, waiting for her.  He looked great.  They hugged.  He was a welcome distraction but looking at her, he could see that something was wrong.  He decided to wait until they were having lunch before he broached it.

“It’s good to see you too,” he said, smiling and they left the building.  It was a mild, sunny day.  They walked to the bistro around the corner and got a table at the back in a corner.   After they ordered, he looked her straight in the face and asked, “Okay, who’s the guy?”

She stared at him, startled.  “How can you tell?”

“I have seen that look many times.  You’re in love.  So, who is he?”

She sighed.  “His name is Leif and he’s my boss.”

“So, what’s the problem?  Is it against the company’s policy for you and he to date?”

“No.  A few of my co-workers are dating each other.”

“So, why do you look like you’ve just come from a funeral?  Is he married or already in a relationship?”

“No, none of those things.  I’m just not sure how he feels about me.  Doris, my co-worker told me that she has seen him looking at me on the quiet and seems to think that he’s interested.  And then, there’s Paulina.  She’s more his type.”

“If she’s his type, how come they’re not dating?”

She shrugged.  “I don’t know.  They were in his office for a long time today, though.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out where you stand with this guy,” Kenneth declared as their orders arrived.  “Let him think that there is someone else in your life.  If he thinks that another guy’s interested in you, it may push him to act.”

“You mean try to make him jealous?”  She shook her head.  “Bad idea.”

“Do you have a better one?” he demanded.

“And what if it doesn’t work?”

“Then, you wouldn’t have to wonder any more about how he feels about you and you can move on.”

She shook her head again.  “I don’t like the idea.  If he’s interested, he will make it clear to me.”

“What if he doesn’t because he isn’t sure about your feelings for him?”

“Kenneth, I don’t want to play any games.  We’re not going to try to make Leif jealous.”

Kenneth shrugged.  “It’s your call but if you change your mind, let me know.”

“I won’t change my mind,” she insisted and changed the subject.

They talked and reminisced about their time at university, the professors they liked and those they couldn’t stand, the friends they lost touch with and those they connected with on Facebook.  The hour went by very quickly and soon they were heading back to her office.

“Come up and meet Doris,” she said when they were in the lobby.  “She’s a really nice lady.”

“Sure.”  Kenneth walked with her to the lift.  He hoped he would get to see her boss as well.  His curiosity was piqued.

Doris was at her desk and she was very pleased to meet Kenneth.  “You didn’t tell me that he was this good looking,” she remarked as they shook hands.  They chatted while Yolanda removed her jacket and put away her handbag.

“I’ll walk you to the lift,” Yolanda said to Kenneth when she saw that it was getting late and she needed to get back to work.

After Kenneth and Doris expressed mutual appreciation of meeting each other, Yolanda walked with him to the lift.  As they waited, he asked her, “Does Leif have red hair, dresses really well and sort of looks like Kenneth Brannagh?”

She raised her eyebrows.  “Kenneth Brannagh?”

“Okay, maybe he doesn’t quite look like Kenneth Brannagh.  Anyway, your boss is coming over.”

Immediately, her heart began to beat faster.  She turned around to find Leif striding toward them.  He looked grim, or was that her imagination?

He glanced at Kenneth and then at her.  “I see that you made it back for the meeting.”

She stared at him.  Meeting?  What meeting?  Behind her, she heard Kenneth clear his throat.  “Oh, Leif, this is Kenneth.  Kenneth, Leif.”

The two men shook hands and exchanged pleasantries although Leif wasn’t smiling.

Kenneth turned to Yolanda.  “I’ll call you later,” he promised.  They hugged and as she was about to pull away, he bent his head and kissed her on the lips.  The lift came just then and Kenneth stepped into it, turning to wink at her just as the doors closed.

She stood there, aghast for several minutes, painfully aware of Leif standing behind her.  She was embarrassed to turn around and face him.  When Kenneth called her later, she was going to give him a piece of her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Leif.  He was staring at her, his face glowering.  Before she could say anything, he snapped, “My office, now,” before turning and walking away, his back rigid.

What on earth was the matter with him?  And who did he think he was talking to her like that?  She had a good mind not to go to his office but, he was her boss.  She headed there now.

He was standing in front of the window and turned when he heard her enter the room.  “Close the door.”

She closed it quietly behind her and then walked over to where he was.  “Okay, is this where we’re having the meeting?”

“There is no meeting.”  He wasn’t wearing his jacket or the tie and had loosened the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing his neck.  She tried not to let her gaze go below his jawline.

“But, you said—”

“I know what I said,” he retorted.

She raised her hands.  “Okay, no need to bite my head off.”  What had gotten into him?  He seemed really angry about something.  Boy, was he attractive when he was angry–

“When you speak to Kenneth later, kindly let him know that the next time he wants to make out with you in public to do it somewhere else.  This is not the place for it.”

His words were like blows, making her flinch.  For a moment, she stood there, watching him, hurt and angry.  “Is that all?” she asked stonily.  He didn’t answer so she turned and walked out of his office.  She didn’t go to her desk but went straight to the washroom.

The tears rolled down her cheeks and she quickly brushed them away.  She felt so humiliated at that moment.  Renewed anger toward Kenneth filled her.  His foolish plan had backfired as she knew it would.  Leif was livid, yes, but he was not jealous.  This whole disaster just reinforced what she had thought all along–Leif wasn’t romantically interested in her.  He would have reacted differently if it had been Paulina instead of her.

She stood there for several minutes, wondering how she was going to get through the rest of the afternoon and was tempted to leave early.  Instead, she washed her face and dried it.  She took a deep breath and then left the washroom.  Once she was back at her desk, she buried herself in the work and it kept her busy until it was time to leave.  Doris encouraged her to have a good weekend and then left.

Yolanda switched off her computer, packed up her bag, pulled on her jacket and got up from her desk.  As she walked past Leif’s office, she said goodnight to him and left the building.  On the bus ride home, she tried to read the novel Doris lent her but her mind kept going on Leif.  Their working relationship was ruined now.  Maybe she should start looking for another job.  It wouldn’t make sense to continue working there now.  Over the weekend, she would do some job hunting on the Internet.

When she got home, she showered, changed into a plaid flannel nightshirt and had dinner.  After watching some television, she picked up the phone and called Kenneth.  As soon as he answered the phone, she said to him, “Your plan didn’t work.  You didn’t make Leif jealous.  I told you that it wouldn’t work but you didn’t listen to me.  You went ahead and did what you wanted to do just so you can prove that you were right.  Do you have any idea how humiliated I was?”

“Calm down, Yolanda and just tell me what happened.”

She told him what Leif said.  “I was so hurt and angry.   I wish I hadn’t taken you upstairs to meet Doris.  If I hadn’t, none of this would be happening.”

“When did he tell you this?  Before or after the meeting.”

“There wasn’t any meeting.”

“Then why did he tell you that there was?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yolanda, did it ever occur to you that he made the meeting up as an excuse to get rid of me?”

“Why would he want to get rid of you?”

“Because he was jealous and didn’t like seeing us together–”

“No, enough of this jealousy foolishness.  Why can’t you admit that your brilliant plan didn’t work–?”  she broke off when she heard the doorbell ring.  “Someone’s at the door.”  She went to see who it was and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Leif.  “He’s here.”

“Who’s there?”

“Leif.  What’s he doing here?  I’m not dressed for company,” she added, flustered as she glanced down at her bare legs peeping out from underneath her nightshirt.  “I have to put on a pair of jeans or something.”

“Why do you suppose he showed up at your place now?”

“I don’t know,” she snapped.  “I’ve got to go.”

“Call me and let me know what happened.”

“Yes,” she said and hung up.  The doorbell rang again.  She turned off her cell phone and hurriedly placed it on the table before dashing off to her room to pull on a pair of leggings.  Then, she rushed to open the door.  As she stood there watching Leif who looked amazing in the turquoise v-neck sweater and blue jeans, the anger she felt toward him dissolved and all she wanted to do was throw her arms around him.  “I didn’t expect to see you,” she said, sounding a little breathless.  She stepped aside so that he could go in and closed the door behind him.  She turned and faced him.

“I should have called first instead of just showing up like this,” he said quietly, his eyes restless on her face.  “I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier today.”

She leaned against the door.  “You seemed very angry,” she said.

“I was but it doesn’t excuse the way I spoke to you and I’m very sorry.”

“I accept your apology.”

“Is Kenneth your boyfriend?”  The suddenness of his question startled her and a few minutes went by before she answered.

“No, we’re just friends.”

“Then why did you let him kiss you?” he demanded.  His hands were shoved deep in his jeans pockets, his body stiff and his expression dour.

“I didn’t let him kiss me.  He took me completely by surprise. ”

“If the two of you are just friends what possessed him to kiss you like that?  Are you sure you didn’t encourage him?”

Her mouth tightened.  “I didn’t encourage him.  He kissed me because he wanted to make you jealous.”

“Well, it worked.   I was jealous from the moment I saw the two of you together.  That’s why I came over and told you that there was a meeting.  I had to have a reason for interrupting your little tête-à-tête.  And when he kissed you, I saw red.”

She gaped at him.  “But, what about Paulina?”

He frowned.  “What about her?”

“I thought you and she—”

“Paulina is a very beautiful woman, yes, but I’m not attracted to her.  You, on the other hand, are a different story.  I’m deeply attracted to you.  I have been for a very long time.”

Her heart was pounding now.  “I didn’t think you even noticed me.”

He looked surprised.  “Not notice you?  Have you any idea of how hard it is for me to be around you and not want to touch you?  Like right now.”

Her chest was rising and falling swiftly now and she seemed to have trouble breathing normally.  “All this time I thought you had a thing for Paulina,” she said, swallowing hard when she saw the expression on his face as he moved closer to her.

“No, it has always been you,” he muttered thickly and then, his hands were pulling her against him, making her gasp.  His mouth closed hungrily over hers and she kissed him back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.  She was wedged between him and the door.  As they exchanged passionate kisses she had to admit that if it weren’t for Kenneth, this wouldn’t be happening right now.  His foolish plan had worked after all.

 

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Starting Over

Christmas was just around the corner and she was back in Seattle.  She was on her way to see Jordan after she found out where he lived.

As she walked down the sidewalk, hands nestled deep in the pockets of her coat and her chin tucked into the scarf wrapped around her neck, her mind wandered back to the past.  Jordan and she both attended Pacific University.  The first time they met was when walking down the hallway on her way to Language class and he was coming from the opposite direction.  He was with a friend.  He was tall and very good looking.  The ribbed green sweater and jeans accentuated his athletic build.  His thick chestnut hair looked soft and silky.  He was talking to his friend but as they drew closer, he turned his head and that was when he saw her.

Their eyes met and held.  And as they approached each other, she wondered who he was and why she hadn’t seen him before.  When they were abreast, he said, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she replied and they walked past each other.  She turned round to look at him and saw him turn quickly to glance at her before he turned away.  Soon he was out of sight.  She stood there in the hallway for a moment.  Then, she glanced down at her black turtleneck sweater, denim skirt and black boots.  She hoped she looked okay.  Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing her new glasses.  Would a guy like him really be interested in a girl like her?  He was a hunk while she was–well, a geek.  There were so many pretty girls on campus, why would he notice her?  He probably was probably used to girls staring at him and not wanting to be rude, he didn’t ignore her.  He even said, “Good morning”.  She was kidding herself if she thought that she stood a chance with him.

Sighing, she continued on down the hallway to her class.  The next time she saw him it was in History class.  She was seating at her seat when he walked in.  He paused when he saw her and to her surprise he sat at the desk next to hers.   She could feel him watching her and she turned her head to look at him.  He smiled and held out his hand.  “Jordan,” he said.

She shook his hand, thinking, what incredible eyes he has.   “Whitney.”  Her pulse was racing.  She couldn’t believe that she was talking to him.   Just then, the professor closed the door, signalling that class was about to begin so Jordan released her hand and faced the front.  After class, he lingered while she packed her bag and together they walked out of the class.

“So, where are you heading now?” he asked when they were in the hallway.  He was so tall that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him, even in the low heels she was wearing.

“I have English now.

“I heading off for now.  Can we have lunch together?”

“Y-yes.”  He wants to have lunch with me.

“Okay.  I’ll meet you at the cafeteria.”

“Okay.”

“See you later.”  He smiled and then walked away.

They had lunch together that day and every day after that.  Her friends saw them together and were convinced that he liked her but she still wasn’t sure.  They spent a lot of time together, studying, going for walks, walking to class and after school, they went to a burger place nearby where they hung out, talking about different things.  She invited him to a youth program her church was having on a Friday evening.  Strangely, they never made plans to see each other over the weekends.  They saw each other during the week and always on campus.

By then, Whitney was in love with Jordan and was wondering how he felt about her.  Once when they were out walking, she stumbled and fell against him.  He steadied her.  They were standing very close to each other, their bodies inches apart.  He was looking down at her and there was a tense expression on his face.  She saw his gaze lower to her lips and his part and for one heart-stopping moment she wondered if he was going to kiss her.  Then, he released her and turned away.  Disappointed, she fell into step beside him as they headed back to the campus.   Why didn’t he kiss her?  It was a perfect opportunity.  It wouldn’t have been wrong for them to kiss as long as they didn’t get carried away.

She got her answer the following day.  It was by accident.  She and her friend, Sonia were in the shopping mall one Sunday afternoon, trying to finish their Christmas shopping when they spotted Jordan coming out of one of the stores and he wasn’t alone.  A pretty brunette was walking beside him, with shopping bags in one hand while the other was holding his hand.  Whitney stopped in her tracks and Sonia looked at her, feeling sorry for her.  She reached out and grabbed her hand.  “Let’s cut through here,” she suggested, hustling her down another passageway in the opposite direction.   She led her through the mall and out of the closest exit to the parking lot.

Whitney felt sick but she managed to keep it together until they were in Sonia’s car.  Then, she just burst into tears.  Sonia held her for a long while until she was spent and then she handed her a box of tissues before turning on the ignition.  The rest of the day was a blur for Whitney.  When she got home, she went straight to her room and threw herself on her bed where she stayed until it was dark outside.  Not feeling hungry, she skipped dinner, took a shower and went straight to bed.

The next day, she went through the motions of getting ready for school, dreading when she would see Jordan in History class.  How was she going to face him without breaking down?  Unbidden the image of him with the other girl flashed across her mind and the painful jealousy that it elicited almost suffocated her.  Woodenly, she walked to the bus-stop down the block and waited.

When she reached the university, her footsteps dragged.  She wanted badly to turn around and go back home but she kept going towards the building.  The first class went by and then, it was time for History.  As she walked down the hall toward the classroom, her heart began to pound.  She paused in the doorway, her eyes going straight to his desk.  He wasn’t there as yet.  She hurried over to her desk and sat down.  She took out her textbook and notebook and waited.

About five minutes later, when he walked in, her heart leaped.  He said good morning when he sat down and she mumbled in reply but didn’t look at him.  She avoided looking at him all through class and when it was over, she started to shove her books and pen into her bag, anxious to get out of there.  She could feel him staring at her but she couldn’t look at him.  When she grabbed her bag and was about to walk away, he stood up and blocked her way.

Still, she couldn’t look at him.  Instead, she stared at his sweater.  “What’s the matter, Whitney?” he asked.  “Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?”

“I have to go.  I don’t want to be late for my class.”

“Can I walk with you to your class?”

“No, thank you.”  And without saying another word, she brushed past him, her back rigid.  Instead of going straight to class, she went to the washroom to collect herself.

She didn’t go to the cafeteria for lunch.  Instead she went outside and leaned against the tree where the two of them used to hang out.  She closed her eyes in despair.  How she wished it didn’t hurt so much.  Her heart was aching because she loved him so much.  She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and she felt in her pocket for a tissue.  When she opened her eyes to dab them, she was startled to find Jordan standing in front of her, a concerned look on his face.  “How long were you standing there?”

“I just got here,” he said, moving closer.  “What’s wrong, Whitney?” He reached out to touch her but she drew away as if he had stung her.

“I saw you yesterday at the shopping mall,” she said.  “Was that your girlfriend you were with?”  She looked at him then and saw his face go pale.

“Whitney, please let me explain–”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Yes.  Callie and I have been dating since high-school.  She and I were both attending Northwest University until this year when I transferred to here.   I felt impressed to transfer to Pacific and I have learned that when God wants me to do something, I do it even if it doesn’t make sense.  I never meant to deceive you, Whitney.  When I saw that we were getting close, I should have told you about Callie but I was afraid that you would end our friendship.”

“Is friendship all you want from me?” she demanded in a trembling voice.

His eyes darkened and he moved even closer.  “No,” he admitted thickly.  “I want to be more than friends with you.  I love you, Whitney–”

He had finally said the words she had longed to hear but they gave her no joy now.  It only made things worse.  “I love you too but what good is that?” she cried, her voice tight as she fought to keep the tears back.  “You have a girlfriend.”

“Does this mean that you want us to stop seeing each other?”  There was a pained expression on his face.

“Yes,” the word was a strangled sob.  The tears followed, unabated.  Everything became a blur and she felt his hands on her face, cupping it and his lips on hers.  For a brief, unguarded moment, she kissed him back.   Then, with a groan, she broke off the kiss, pushed hard at his chest until he released her and she was free.  She turned and ran away.

Life on campus after that was torture for her.  And she was thankful when the Christmas break came but the holidays were anything but jolly for her.  All she could think about was Jordan and how much she missed him.  The New Year came and she was back at school.  When she saw Jordan she longed to wish him a happy New Year but didn’t.  She exchanged desks with another girl in the class so that she didn’t have to sit next to him.  Her desk was at the back of the class and every now and then, her eyes drifted over to him.   As soon as class was over, he was gone.  They saw each other around but avoided contact.  It was painful but necessary.

After graduation, she decided to move to New York where she was able to find a job and an apartment, thanks to her uncle.  She kept in touch with her friend, Sonia.  It was through her that she found out that Jordan had broken up with Callie since last year November.  “Why didn’t he let me know?” she asked her.

“You made it clear to him that you didn’t want to see him anymore, remember?  He’s still in love with you, Whitney.  Every time I see him, he asks about you.  Do you still love him?

“Yes.”

“Then, you need to come down here and let him know that.”

“I’ll come for Christmas,” she promised.  And, here she was back in Seattle, hoping to run into Jordan.  They hadn’t seen each other since graduation.  How she longed to see him.  The separation had been unbearable.  Many times she had been tempted to fly to Seattle just to see him but then she was reminded of why they were separated in the first place.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice someone standing there her until she heard her name.  Startled, she glanced up and her heart somersaulted when she saw Jordan.  He was wearing a toque, a leather jacket opened to reveal a tee shirt and a pair of jeans.   Seeing him again filled her with such emotion that she felt as if her heart was going to burst.  She stood still watching him when she longed to run up to him and throw her arms around him.

He stood there watching her for a moment and then he slowly approached.  His expression was tense when he gazed down into her face.  “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I–I was on my way to see you,” she said.  Her heart was pounding and she was very nervous.  “How have you been?”

His eyes darkened.  “How do you think I’ve been?” he asked thickly.  “I’ve been miserable ever since we stopped seeing each other and when you moved to New York, I felt my whole world come crashing down around me.”

“Sonia told me that you broke up with Callie.”

“Yes.  I broke up with her the week after you decided that you wanted to stop seeing me.  It was a terrible time.  She was devastated and I felt like a jerk but I didn’t think it was right to continue seeing her when I was in love with you.  After graduation, she moved to Boston where her father lives.”

She couldn’t help feeling sorry for Callie and hoped that things would work out for her.  She knew first hand what it was like to be without the person you loved and she never wanted to experience that feeling again.  “Jordan, I moved back to Seattle because of you.  I was hoping that we can start over.”

“As friends?”

“No, not as friends but as two people who love each other and want to be together.”

“Are you sure?” he asked as he moved even closer so that they were standing inches apart.

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure.”

He reached up and cupped her face between his hands.  “I love you,” he murmured before he lowered his head and kissed her.

She put her arms around his waist and kissed him back.  They stood there on the sidewalk kissing and then, he drew back.  “Let’s go somewhere warm and have a couple of hot chocolates,” he suggested.  “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be alone at my place right now.”

She smiled up at him.  “Good idea.”  He put his arm around her shoulders as they turned and walked in the direction of a cafe.  As she slipped her arm around his waist and nestled against him, she was grateful that they were able to start over.

Sources:   Seattle Pacific University;American Historical Association

The First Lunch Date

The moment he walked into the shop, she knew it was him.  She had caught a whiff of his cologne which mingled with the fragrance of the flowers.  She remembered the fragrance well and how it lingered long after he left the shop.  And here he was again, making her intensely aware of him.  She pretended to be busy, making notes of the pad.  He had been coming to her shop for a little over a year now.  He worked not far from there.  Sometimes, at lunch time, she passed Royal Courts of Justice, her eyes searching the grey, Victorian Gothic façade of the building, wondering behind which of the windows was his office.   As she walked by the front, she hoped to catch a glimpse of him coming out.

He greeted her and she responded, still not looking up.  She expected him to walk to the back of the shop to look at the flowers as he usually did.  This time, he paused at the counter where she was and she had to look up.  She found herself staring into those incredible grey eyes and her heart seemed to stop.  He was easily one of the most attractive men she had ever seen.  The grey suit he wore accentuated his eyes and his thick black hair was slightly tousled from the gentle summer breeze.

It was lunch time.  A bit early for him to be coming by.  He usually came in the afternoon.

“Are you busy?” he asked.

She shook her head.  “Not at the moment.”

“I was wondering if you would have lunch with me.”

She stared at him.  “Lunch with you?” she repeated, just to make sure she heard correctly.

He nodded.  “Yes.”  His expression told her that he was very serious.  “I wanted to ask you for a long time but just never got around to it until now.”

“Excuse me, I will go and speak to Amanda.”  Amanda was her assistant.  She went to the office where Amanda was going through receipts.  “Amanda, you’re not going to believe this.”

Amanda looked up, curious.  “What?”

“Logan Newman asked me to have lunch with him.”

Amanda laughed.  “He finally got around to it.  Good for him.”

She stared at her assistant.  “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Jada.  You must have seen the way he looks at you every time he’s in the shop.”

“I didn’t think he would notice me.”

“Why not?  And don’t give me that foolishness about your skin color or that you wear glasses.”

Jada removed her apron and went to the washroom to freshen up.  “How do I look?” she asked.

“You look great.  Now go and enjoy your first lunch date with grey eyes.  Take your time.  I can handle things here.”

Jada smiled.  “Thanks, Amanda.”

“I want details when you come back,” Amanda said before returning to the receipts.

Jada went to the front the shop where Logan was with his back towards her as he looked out at the street.  He turned when he heard her coming and smiled.  “Thanks for agreeing to have lunch with me at such short notice.”

“Thank you for asking me.”

“What do you feel in the mood for?”

“Thai.”

“Thai it is.”  He held the door open for her and she stepped out into the sunshine.  Hopefully, Amanda was right and this was the first of many lunch dates.

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Source:  Wikipedia

Asha’s Story

Imagine you are a child and your daily routine is to get up early every morning to go and pick through trash with your mother.  You and your family are “untouchables” in your society which means you are treated as outcasts, undesirables.   You don’t have many options when it comes to jobs so in order to survive, you have to pick through garbage to find plastic bottles to sell. This was Asha’s reality.

Her world was tough, bleak.  She spent her days trudging through streets and alleyways strewn with garbage, hungry because she left home without having any breakfast.  The stench of the heaps of trash and filth assailed her nostrils as she searched for plastic items that could be sold.  She sorted, graded and sold whatever she could find.

When it was time for Asha to go to school she dreaded it because she feared the rejection of her teachers and classmates.  None of the children wanted to sit next to her or play with her.  She alone with no friends.  Asha knew why the others didn’t want to be around her.  It was because she picked trash for a living.  She had no choice.  She was trapped in the cycle of poverty and the door to better future was barred to her.  Asha wanted to learn but she was afraid to go to school.

For I know the plans that I have for you, says the Lord, plans for peace and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope – Jeremiah 29:11

When Asha’s father heard about a Gospel for Asia supported Bridge of Hope center, he encouraged her to go.  He knew that Bridge of Hope offered help to people in need, especially to those whom society considered to be the lowest of people and he knew that the Bridge of Hope Center would care for her and provide her with the things he couldn’t.

Asha showed up at the Bridge of Hope carrying a plastic bag full of school books, dressed in tattered and smelly clothes, her face dirty and unwashed.  Unlike the reception she normally received at school, Asha was welcomed by the staff.  They loved and cared for her.  They took the time to help her to keep neat and clean.  She was given a backpack to replace her makeshift book bag and then school supplies and other useful gifts.

Within a year, Asha’s life was completely transformed.  She was fast learner and developed strongly in her studies.  She no longer went hungry as every school day she enjoyed a meal at the center.   Thanks to the staff, Asha has learned how to keep herself clean and she participates in all the activities at the center.  Her Dad couldn’t be happier,  “My daughter is getting her daily needs met through the Bridge of Hope center.  Now she is having good food, and she is healthy now.  We are very happy to see her growth.  She feared to go to school, but now she is never absent from school.”

Asha no longer has to pick up trash or feel alone and rejected by teachers and other students.  Instead she thrives under the love and attention she receives at the Bridge of Hope center and is excelling at school.  The door that society had barred her from because of her background, God cleared through Bridge of Hope.   Hope for a better future was now in her grasp.   No more trading plastic bottles.  No more rummaging through garbage to maintain the family because her father was paralyzed and couldn’t provide for them.

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You can help other children like Asha to have a better life, a bright future by supporting the Bridge of Hope centre.  Bridge of Hope is reaching out to the hopeless and rejected “through education, daily meals,  character-building activities, lessons on good hygiene, and by setting positive examples of love and good morals.  There is a bridge for these children that gives them a chance to rise above the cycle of hopelessness they have always known.”

Help to give hope.  Sponsor a child today.

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“The beautiful thing about learning is that no one can take it away from you.”
– B.B. King

 

Sources:  Gospel for Asia; The Borgen Project

Compassion in time of Devastation

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble – Psalm 46:1

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Imagine what it would be like to have your home and livelihood destroyed by a natural disaster. This is what happened to the people in the Indian states of Odisha and Andhra Pradesh when their homes were destroyed by Cyclone Phailin, one of the biggest natural disasters of 2013.

Jyotiranjan and his family were evacuated to a nearby school building where they waited for Cyclone Phailin to sweep through their village in Odisha.  Jyotiranjan recalls, “That night we did not sleep. The whole night we watched and wondered when the cyclone would be over.  When it stopped at 3 a.m., we went back to our house and found that it was destroyed and everything was lost.”

Officials estimated that the cyclone would cause extensive damage to the homes.  More than 800,000 homes were destroyed.  Jibu and his family lost their home and all of their belongings. How devastating it is to lose your home and all of your possessions.  When I watched news on natural disasters, it is heartbreaking to see the people crying because their homes which held so many precious memories were reduced to rubble.  They had lost a big chunk of their lives and they feel helpless and hopeless.

We can only imagine how Jihu must have felt when he lost his home and how thankful he was when he and his family received a home as part of Gospel for Asia’s Phailin Housing Project. He was moved to tears.  “We are a very poor family.  No one was there to help us when we lost everything during Phailin,” he said.  Even our own relatives did not help us.  But I am so happy that GFA helped me.  I am so grateful to the church.”

Gospel for Asia had provided homes for Jyotiranjan and 140 other people.  “We never expected a house to be rebuilt for us,” he said.  “Really, I am very glad, and I want to express my gratitude to God.”

Kalei lost her small cottage after Cyclone Phailin ravaged her village.  Thanks to the help of Compassion Service teams and those who provide relief, she was able to receive food.  She has since been able to rebuild her life in a new home.  “We were not able to rebuild a house (for ourselves, especially one) made of bricks and cement,” she said.  God, through GFA Compassion Services, blessed her with a new home.

Kalei stands in front of her new home with her daughter and grandson.

In addition to rebuilding homes, Gospel for Asia provided some of the survivors with sewing machines, carpentry tools and tin roof sheets so that they could earn a livelihood since their belongings were washed away.   Having new homes and earning a living has helped many of these families to experience firsthand, God’s love and mercy.  They survived Cyclone Phailin and now they were rebuilding their lives with His help.

I will praise You, O LORD, with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous works – Psalm 9:1

It is encouraging to see how God’s people shine like lights in the darkest hours.  Through acts of love and compassion, they bring hope and comfort to many.  Through their actions, they reflect the love of Jesus.

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If you would like to help Gospel for Asia in their work to reconstruct homes for those still in need, click here.  Together we can help to rebuild lives.  Together we can make a difference.

 

Sources:  Gospel for Asia; BBC News

Bette Nesmith Graham

I remember when I used to use Liquid Paper like paint, smearing it over the mistakes I made making my pages look messy.  I discovered today that it was a woman who invented this wonderful liquid eraser.   

Bette Nesmith Graham never imagined that she would be an inventor.  She was a divorced mother, trying to support her young son.  She learned typing and shorthand and got a job as an Executive Secretary.  She was an efficient worker who took great pride in her work and she searched for a better way to correct typing errors. It occurred to her that if artists painted over their mistakes on canvas why couldn’t typists paint over their mistakes too?

She set about preparing what was originally called “mistake out”.  She put some tempera waterbased paint, colored to match the stationery she used, in a bottle and took her watercolor brush to the office. She used this to correct her typing mistakes… her boss never noticed. Soon another secretary saw the new invention and asked for some of the correcting fluid. Graham found a green bottle at home, wrote “Mistake Out” on a label, and gave it to her friend. Soon all the secretaries in the building were asking for some, too.

Things rapidly progressed from there.  In 1956, Bette Nesmith Graham started the Mistake Out Company (later renamed Liquid Paper) from her North Dallas home. She turned her kitchen into a laboratory, mixing up an improved product with her electric mixer. Graham’s son, Michael Nesmith (later of The Monkees fame), and his friends filled bottles for her customers. Nevertheless, she made little money despite working nights and weekends to fill orders. One day an opportunity came in disguise. Graham made a mistake at work that she couldn’t correct, and her boss fired her. She now had time to devote to selling Liquid Paper, and business boomed.

Bette Nesmith Graham believed money to be a tool, not a solution to a problem. She set up two foundations to help women find new ways to earn a living. Graham died in 1980, six months after selling her corporation for $47.5 million (http://inventors.about.com/od/lstartinventions/a/liquid_paper.htm). 

Liquid paper became a widely used office product in the 20th century and a lifesaver for many office workers, thanks to a secretary who out of frustration with having to retype pages because of mistakes, decided that there had to be a better way.