What Sparks Can Lead To
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What Sparks Can Lead To
What Sparks Can Lead To
I can still see it as if it were yesterday. It was the warm summer day of August 8th, 2002, to be exact. The feeling of anxiousness ran through my body as I was getting ready to go to the Alicia Key's concert, the first concert of my life. This day was special not only because of the concert, but because of the beautiful lady I was attending it with. I didn't know if I was nervous because of the concert or the date. Maybe it was both.
As I started preparing myself for the big night ahead of me, I was indecisive at what I should wear. As I searched through my closet, I picked out an outfit that I thought would be perfect for the evening. But to my disappointment I riffled through my wardrobe over and over and over. Trying on every single piece of clothing I had, I ended up going with the first thing I had picked out. I wanted tonight to be perfect, so I spent 3x the amount of time in the bathroom getting myself ready. When I was all finished and ready to go, man was I looking sharp!
The concert was in Seattle, and so was my date, Sheryl. Sheryl lived in Redmond. So I figured I'd take the ferry and drive down there to pick her up. She suggested that we just meet at the ferry terminal so I wouldn't go out of my way, but I wanted to go all out and impress this girl. I arrived to Seattle with time to spare. On my drive over to Redmond, a thought came to me. As I entered Redmond, I was pretty early so I pulled into the Fred Meyers and picked up a single long stem rose. And then headed toward her house. As I pulled into her long driveway I was amazed at this mansion at which she called home. I walked nervously to the door, my heart beating harder and harder with each footstep closer. My hand was trembling as I pushed the doorbell. And at the door was this stunning lady that caught my eye in an instant. For a minute I was in my own little world staring into the eyes of something so beautiful that words could...
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