And then there was Dave

It all started quite innocently.  He was sitting up in his truck at the track reading (I would later find out it was the Bible).  I was taking a walk.  We both looked at each other and said "hi."  We talked for over an hour.

A few weeks later he asked for my number.  He called a lot over the next few weeks.  I was still having a pretty wild summer.  Once Sunday he rode from Newport News to Virginia Beach on his Harley and we went for a ride.  We sat on a gazebo by the water and talked for over 5 hours.  There were no secrets.  We told each other about our lives.

He was a Christian.  That didn't bother me, but I didn't want anything to do with it.  He started taking me to church and slowly my wild summer eased.  I was enjoying it.  I was learning things I never knew.  I was beginning to feel something happening to me.  But I was pretty adamant that the relationship would never work.  I was thining I'd end it after the season.

I took out the piercings, I'd make my point, I didn't need them. 

On October 2004 I fell in love, twice. 

The final race of the season had been rescheduled to October 3 due to rain.  We had caused quite a bit of commotion the previous week at the track when everyone finally found out we were dating, including, yes, the ex.  Dave was in a wreck and I found myself on my knees praying he'd be ok.  It was a that moment that I realized exactly how I deeply I felt about him.

One week later I gave my life to Christ.

Dave has given me the greatest gift that one can give to another - he led me to the Lord.  I'd had a few friends and family that had tried before, when I had cancer, and after.  But I'd always dismissed them.

And now the rest of the story.