I was so sure that when I turned eighteen, that Ken I would be together again. However, it obviously wasn't meant to be. Once again, I felt abandoned, and my best friend Sandy had also abandoned and betrayed me. I suppose she was just as prejudice as my family and relatives.
Earlier I mentioned Tim, my sister's-in-law brother, who visited often in the summertime. Only God could have a hand in this, just has He has many times through out out lives. Timmy and his parents moved to our little town. His father was retired military, and couldn't find work in Oklahoma, where they lived. They moved here exactly nineteen days after Ken moved away. I knew I would be the only one that he knew in school, so I abruptly took advantage of the situation. (Although I was by no means over Ken.) I decided to call him Timmy, rather than Tim, because my brother's, who was married to his sister, name was Tim as well.
We were out of school for Christmas break, so I called Timmy one night. I asked him if he'd like to meet me at school on our first day back. I told him I'd show him his classes. He agreed. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe I actually called him on the phone.
On our first day back to school, we met, as discussed. I was so nervous, but I couldn't let him know that. After all, he was more than two and a half years older than I was. That was in January 1984.
For the next weeks, we talked at school and on the telephone.
Finally, while talking on the telephone,he asked me if I'd like to go driving around that upcoming Friday night, and maybe get a Coke. I told him that I'd have to talk to my parents first. After all, I had just barely turned fifteen years old. After a couple of days of pondering the situation, I asked my Daddy again if I could go. He agreed. I think he was just thrilled that Timmy was White! Unfoutunately, he and his parents were Catholic. Catholics and Southern Baptist just don't mix. That's been a huge problem from the beginning!
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