<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389243524006893733</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:52:40.484-08:00</updated><category term='Fae'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='John'/><title type='text'>Crimen del Siglo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimendelsiglo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389243524006893733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimendelsiglo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crimen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244051003819233327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389243524006893733.post-67905801999087554</id><published>2009-02-02T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:33:12.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fae'/><title type='text'>Our Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It all started when John began hearing voices in Dec. 2006! Listening to the voice at that time saved his life on a freeway in northern CA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fae and John grew up in the same ward in Inglewood, CA, attending different high schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;John, two years older, had asked Fae to dance at a Mutual dance when she was only 12 years old. She was totally charmed and smitten for life. He threw her a crumb or two semi-annually to keep her devoted for the next six years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They dated occasionally. He was Fae's magnificent obsession. She was just one of his MANY admirers. Because of tension with her wicked step mother, Fae was hustled off to B.Y. High as a sophomore, making their time together even more limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;John was oblivious to nearly all that was going on around him, but did catch a call to serve a 2 and 1/2-yr. mission to Argentina. They wrote during that long separation. Fae went to college at BYU. She sprouted and blossomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After the mission John attended BYU two years behind Fae. She had more boy- friends than John could compete with. John fell into last place in the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fae married upon her graduation and supported her husband through his remaining two years. John thought the evil prince had taken her to Missouri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fae and John didn't see or communicate with one another for 39 years. John always fantasized she would one day accept him. What a tremendous ego, still oblivious to reality! Fae always remembered her first love with sweet memories, and wondered why he had been illusively uninterested, and hard to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In 2007, Fae had learned that John was single and active in the Church, and lived in SoCal. She was now 14 years divorced. Fae started a short e-mail correspondence with the shy John. In July, while she was visiting her daughter in San Diego, she e-mailed him and invited him to come and help baby sit four grand daughters. Still smarting from perceived rejection 30+ years previously, and having lost faith in his egomaniacal thought of reunion, John declined. The Voice that had saved his life in December had other opinions; it told him to meet her. A few weeks later the Voice told him to go with her entire family of 32 sons, daughters and grandchildren for a one-week retreat at Aspen Grove. While there, on August 14, the Voice told him to ask her to marry him. She hesitated not a nano second, answering "YES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;John didn't graduate in the top of his class but he was smart enough to take the advice of the Voice. They married in Dec. 2007 and have been happily married for 396 days. They have this life and the next to make up for wasted time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;John doesn't hear voices any more, but he listens VERY carefully to what Fae has to say! Fae says that John is even dreamier in day-after-day reality, and well worth that long, long 50-year wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Americans grew tired of being thought to be dumb by the rest of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so they went to the polls in November and removed all doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A sign In a Chinese Pet Store: 'Buy one dog, get one flea.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389243524006893733-67905801999087554?l=crimendelsiglo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimendelsiglo.blogspot.com/feeds/67905801999087554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389243524006893733&amp;postID=67905801999087554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389243524006893733/posts/default/67905801999087554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389243524006893733/posts/default/67905801999087554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimendelsiglo.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-love-story.html' title='Our Love Story'/><author><name>Crimen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18244051003819233327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
