Faith Under Fire

i>? Chapter One The Meeting But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. -- Matthew 6:33 It happened quite suddenly, my falling in love. You know the kind I'm talking about -- thatbam, love-A-at-A-first-A-sight kind of love. It was January 30, 1990. I was a part-time speech teacher at the Queens Broadcasting Center, in the Jamaica section of Queens, New York. My full-A-time job was as writer/producer of entertainment and information programming at the Sheridan Broadcasting Network at One Times Square Plaza in New York City. The day before, I had decided to take a "sick" day. I cleaned off my desk, returned all phone calls, and handed in the weekly scripts a day early -- much to the delight of my executive producer. On my "sick" day, I took a lengthy bubble bath, washed my hair, and lazed around until it was time to get to class. For some reason, I dressed carefully, in a red silk blouse, leather pants, and high-A-heeled pumps. It was quite snazzy attire for a teacher who was about to spend the next four hours correcting speech patterns for on-air hopefuls. About an hour into my class, I excused myself to make copies of handouts. On my way to the copy machine, I glanced into the recording studio and saw the tallest, finest honey-A-dipped colored man I had ever laid eyes on in my life. I ran to the office of the director, longtime on-air personality Johnny Allen, of New York A-City's KISS-A-FM, to inquire about the eye candy I had just glimpsed. Johnny replied, "Oh, A-that's Steven. A-He's a really nice guy." "Hmm, Steven," I said. "I have a brother named Stephen; what a coincidence." While at the copier, I took another long look at the honey-A-dip, giving him points on his name alone, before returning to my class. When we were saying good-A-byes for the evening, Johnny introduced me to Steven and I turned as red as my blouse, overwhelmed by his charming demeanor. Johnny announced that he had arranged for Steven to take me home. "Take me home? All the way toBrooklyn?" I asked. We were in Queens -- a forty-A-five-A-minute train ride and easily an hour-A-plus drive away. "I'll take you all the way to Pennsylvania, if A-that's where you live," Steven said. I raised an "is this guy for real" eyebrow at Johnny, and he winked a sign of approval. A-"Let's roll," I said, gathering my things. On the ride home, Steven and I exchanged regular pleasantries, asked typical questions, and laughed a lot. He kept thanking God. I liked that part. Since I come from a Baptist-A-born-A-and-A-bred background, God is indeed at the top of my list. "Why do you keep saying 'Thank you, God'?" I asked. "I A-wasn't even supposed to be at the school tonight," he said. "I missed my final because I was in the hospital and I had to complete it tonight. So I'm saying 'Thank you, God' because I A-wouldn't have met you if I A-hadn't been in the hospital." The reporter in me was piqued. "Why were you in the hospital?" "Bleeding ulcers." "Bleeding ulcers!?" I asked in disbelief, contorting my face. "How old are you?" "Thirty-A-one," he answered. "I've just had a lot ofproblems -- a bad marriage and lots of stress in my job. But now that I've met you, all of that is about to change." We continued with pleasant conversation and before we knew it we looked up and had no idea where we were. We were lost somewhere between Queens and Brooklyn. The only way he knew how to get us out of the circle we seemed to be driving in was to go all the way to Manhattan and then to Brooklyn. Our one-A-hour ride turned into three hours. We finally arrived at my front door, where we exchanged numbers. He waited at his car to see that I had made it safely into myBrookshire, Lajoyce is the author of 'Faith Under Fire', published 2007 under ISBN 9781416566458 and ISBN 1416566457.