In an attempt to get this blog moving again, I thought I would like to post a short story.
Shortly after meeting aRRyana, she asked me the old, “What do you see in me” question. After quite a few minutes of thought, I replied:
“The best way I can put it is to put it into terms of my own life. I have been a pilot for many years, and I feel absolute joy when flying. Until I met you, the ladies that I have dated have been like my first aircraft: a Cessna 172. My 172 was one of the most exhilarating things in the world to me. I could travel almost anywhere within reason and do whatever I wanted to do in the air. The plane required a minimum maintenance for the amount of joy that I receive. And then I met you. Suddenly, I am flying a B2 bomber with stealth technology, able to fly further and higher than ever before, and fully loaded with a full array of avionics and weapons.”
After a few minutes of silence, she looked at me and said, “I think I was just handed a compliment, but I’m not absolutely sure.”
“Trust me, it was definitely a compliment,” was my reply.
“And how do you see yourself?”
At that, we happened to be driving over the San Francisco Bay Bridge toward the city. Trying to come up with a good analogy, I suggested that she look to the right at the San Francisco wharf.
“If you look down there, you can see ships entering and leaving the Bay. There are freighters moving their goods all over the world. The cruise ships allow passengers to party and travel to their hearts delight. Sailboats are sleek clean and beautiful and float on the wind while powerboats allow people to go fast and look cool.
“I on the other hand, am like that tugboat down there. I am not much to look at and I don’t go fast. My job is to help put the freighters and the cruise ships alongside the dock where they belong. I rescue the sailboats and powerboats when they get into trouble. My job is to help maintain order. Most people don’t notice me until they need me.”
We married shortly after that.