Still refusing to speak with my father, my Mother would feed him some tidbits when he would inquire relative to my comings and goings.
Upon learning that I planned to marry the next year, he concocted some insurance convention in San Francisco that he had to attend.
A guise so that I would meet with him, I reluctantly accepted my father’s invitation for breakfast at the downtown San Francisco Hilton.
He was very disappointed when he met Sandy, because his dream for me was to marry one of the rich and famous debutantes in San Juan.
Never interested in people with titles and inherited money, I was starting to get angry even before my Denver omelette arrived.
Wanting to get out of there as soon as possible, I vacuumed-up my eggs and asked for the check.
Following me into the Hilton parking lot, he again provoked me if I was really serious about getting married.
Vehemently responding "yes" to him, he asked if there was any way I would delay the wedding date another few years.
Replying absolutely not ~ that Sandy was the love of my life, he asked that if he gave me $10,000, would that be enough to change my mind.
Shaking my head and slamming the car door, I drove away in total disgust.
All my friends concerned about the escalating war in Vietnam and the upcoming draft lottery on July 1, thanks to the Holy Spirit I had already intuited that my birthday August 10 would be number 359 out of the 365 days in the year.
All morning the numbers starting with #1 were being called out on the radio.
Heading over to Doug’s and upon arriving, he confirmed that August 10 had not come up yet.
Almost to the very end of the numbers, my birthday was confirmed as being #359.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!