I'm beginning this story in 1976 because that is the year I turned 21. I'm not recommending being a teenager to anyone. Those years were difficult for me. By the time I reached London near the end of 1976 I had already endured or survived at least three, possibly five or more relationships, and although I found the permutations exciting, the actual reality of being intimately involved with a person of the opposite sex, and being emotionally unprepared for that involvement compounded by the freedom one experiences at that age for the first time, was too much for me.
Brigitte was different. Here was someone who, it can be said, was as well suited to another person, as God had ever designed. Ner story begins on page three. However fate had plans for me. This was a time before I really accepted the reality that God exists in all His glory and power. That came when my father died unexpectedly in 1982. All his plans and projects for his retirement are still hanging unfinished in the garage where he retired, and where I now live. He repainted the trolly he built for me and my sister. Because he never had a proper childhood or a father past the age of seven, he probably appreciated and lavished more love and attention on his children than was appropriate.
