Thanks for the comments y'all! Glad you like the Carol/Troy pairing. Since Ivory asked so nicely, and because of the quickly approaching deadline, I'm posting again now. Kav, have faith!
Tracy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, Myles and I attended the Deaf poetry reading tonight. While I believe that he enjoyed himself, he didn’t meet a prospective special someone. I’m still not giving up hope yet, though!
As I head towards home after the event, I find myself inexplicably drawn once again to THAT church -- that church that I was drawn to over two years ago, that church where I met Deanne once again and my life was forever changed, for the better, by the hand of God.
As I enter the church with Levi, I see that there is only one other person present -- a woman and she seems upset. Her vivid red hair makes her hard to miss. I approach her cautiously, not wanting to startle her, but wanting to check that she is alright.
“Excuse me. Are you okay?” I ask as I stand next to the pew she is sitting on.
She doesn’t lift her head, but I can tell that she has spoken to me from her movement.
“I’m sorry! I’m deaf. I didn’t catch that, but if you look at me, I can read your lips.” I say.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she says. “I didn’t realize!”
“That’s okay! You had no way of knowing. If you know how to sign, I sign, too.”
“I just said, yes, I guess I’m okay.” she says somberly, wiping tears from her face.
“Would you like someone to talk to, other than God, I mean? Not that God’s not a great listener, because He is! Sometimes it just helps to talk to a person, too.” I offer. “I’m Sue Hudson, by the way. This is my hearing dog, Levi.”
“He’s a beautiful dog!” she says. “Mind if I pet him?”
“Thank you! No, I don’t mind, and neither does he, go ahead.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, where are my manners? It’s nice to meet you Sue Hudson, I’m Leslie Warner” she says extending her hand to shake mine, she then moves down the pew and motions for me to sit next to her.
“Would you like someone to talk to?” I reiterate. “I may be deaf, but I’m a good listener.” I say with a smile.
“That’s nice of you to offer, but I don’t want to burden you with my problems.” Leslie says.
“It’s no burden. God led me here for a reason. I’m not exactly sure why, but maybe it was to listen to your problems and see if there’s anything I can do to help.” I say.
“Thanks! I appreciate it! I’m new here, to Washington, D.C.” she says. “I’ve only been here a little over two weeks. I’ve had to adjust to a lot of changes recently. It’s kind of overwhelming at times!”
“I know the feeling!” I say, remembering when I first arrived here. “What brought you to Washington, D.C.?”
“Job” she briefly answers.
“Me, too.” I say.
“How long have you been here? And what do you do?” she asks.
“I moved here from Ohio between five and six years ago, to work with the FBI.”
“Wow! You work for the FBI?” she says, obviously impressed.
“Well, yes. I’m on maternity leave right now, and I’m not sure I’m going to return when it’s over. My husband, Jack, and I have a two month old son, Matthew. Would you like to see pictures of him?” I ask as I whip out my billfold, then pause. “I’m sorry, you probably aren’t interested.”
“No, I love babies! I’d love to see pictures!” she reassures me.
“This is his hospital picture.” I say.
“Oh, he’s adorable!” Leslie exclaims.
“He’s much cuter than the picture shows! And here he is at one month old. And here’s our Christmas family portrait. I have more, but I don’t want to bore you. I also have probably a thousand digital photos and snapshots at home! I get kind of carried away with taking pictures!”
“Wow! That’s your husband?” she asks blushing slightly. “Wow! Ummm...sorry!”
“That’s okay! I get that a lot! I’m very blessed! And he’s not only the best looking man on the face of the earth, he’s also romantic, kind, considerate, loving, caring, gentle, and about a million other things too! He’s a great husband!” I say.
“I hope I can find a wonderful husband like that one day soon!” Leslie says.
“I thank God every day for him and our son. But enough about me! We’re supposed to be talking about you! So what do you do?”
“I’m in Marketing. A few months ago, I decided to start looking for another job. I loved the people I was working with and for, but I hated the actual job. I decided I needed a change. So, I started a job search. I was offered a job at home, in Boston, and this job here. It was one of the most difficult decisions I’ve ever made, but I prayed and prayed about it, and I thought the Lord meant for me to take the job here, but now I’m beginning to wonder if I was right.”
“Did you say that you’re from Boston?”
“Yes” Leslie says.
“You didn’t happen to go to Harvard, did you?” I ask.
“Yes! I graduated from Harvard Business School. Why?” she asks.
“Just curious” I say. Perhaps God led me here for more than one reason, I begin to think. “What’s making you wonder if you made the right decision?”
“Several things...first, the people I work with now. It’s not as if they’re rude, but sometimes it seems like they barely even notice I’m there. I guess I just miss the people I used to work with. I left all my family, my friends. I’ve been here over two weeks, and I still haven’t found a permanent place to live! I’m still staying in a hotel, close by work. And I haven’t made a single friend since I’ve been here!” she says.
“Yes, you have!”
“I have? Who?” she asks.
“Me!”
“Thank you! I appreciate you listening to my problems. You’ve been a lot of help. I’m starting to think maybe I did make the right decision after all!” she says.
“Listen, I need to get home soon, but here’s my number.” I say as I hand her a card with my number on it. "My husband and I could help you find a permanent place soon. We both know the area pretty well. Would you like to join us for dinner tomorrow night?" I ask her.
"That would be wonderful! I really appreciate it!" she says.
"No problem!" I say and sign.
"How do you sign that again?" she asks.
I show her how to sign it again, and she is successful after only one try. "Very good!" I say. "You're a quick study!"
"Thanks! I've always been fascinated with sign language. It's so beautiful! I learned a little when I was younger, from a cousin, who knew some. I know the alphabet, some of the numbers, the sign for thank you, the universal sign for 'I love you', and a few other signs I’ve picked up here and there. I would love to learn more, but I've never had the opportunity to take an actual class" she says.
"I would be happy to recommend a class here, if you would like!" I say.
"That would be wonderful!" she says.
"Now, I have a question for you..." I say.
"What?" she asks.
"How do you feel about sarcasm?" I ask with a grin.
"Huh?" she asks perplexed.
"How do you feel about sarcasm?" I repeat.
"Ohhh, well, I feel that sarcasm can be good, at times -- sometimes even necessary! Why do you ask?" she says.
"Oh boy, do I have someone I want you to meet!" I say.
"Who is that?" she asks, warily.
"A friend...a co-worker...do you mind if I ask him to join us for dinner tomorrow?" I ask.
"
Him, huh?" she says, rolling her eyes. "You're one of those matchmaker types aren't, you?" she asks. "What have I gotten myself into?"
I giggle, and then say "You think I'm bad, you've got to meet my friend, and sister-in-law, Lucy! So, you mind if I ask my friend to join us for dinner?"
"Go ahead! Does this friend of yours have a name?" she asks.
"Myles" I answer and then I call Myles on my blackberry to ask him over for dinner tomorrow.
"Hmmm...Myles...nice name..." she says with a smile.
“Okay, it’s all set -- dinner, tomorrow night at 7 o’clock at my house. Call sometime tomorrow and I can give you directions.”