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I met Kim for the first time when our young family started going to church. My marriage and my happy, contented life had gone to crap. My wife, Taryn and I went for some guidance really, to see if our sunken ship could ever sail again.

One Sunday, a couple from our congregation made an appearance and spoke about their life at Bible College. We did not know them because they had been in school for almost two years.

They thanked everyone for their prayers and financial support. The wife, Kim, a very pretty blonde woman, gave a short presentation about the school. It sounded great, but didn't seem very genuine to me, contrived really, but everyone clapped. Her husband Dave just stayed in the background, even though he was the one attending the school. I thought it was odd.

I'm not sure what I saw in her, but there was something deeper going on inside that pretty little head of hers. I felt it in my gut.

After the service, I walked right over and introduced myself. Kim and I seemed to hit it off right away. We chatted for a while until I got "the look" from Taryn. Kim picked up on it too. I apologized and said that I needed to go. She touched my forearm, smiled and thanked me for the chat and that we should talk again sometime.

I'm not sure what it was about her, but she sure piqued my curiosity. I now sensed that we had more in common than I thought.

The next time we met was at the Easter service. Kim was genuinely happy to see us again and shook my wife's hand and this time, she hugged me as if we were old friends.

Kim told Taryn and I about the church's summer camp, held in July every year and that it would be good for the girls to go to Kidz Kamp. She gave us a pamphlet to look through in case we were interested.

Kim's manner with people was positive, friendly, her interest was genuine, but she seemed to lack something that I just couldn't put my finger on. Joy?

I caught myself staring at Kim. Well, Taryn was actually the one that caught me looking at her and slapped my arm pretty hard. Kim was watching the scene and wrote something down on a piece of paper. She looked concerned, then frowned and averted her eyes.

As we walked by, I touched Kim's shoulder and apologized to her for staring. She smiled sweetly and slipped me a note that said, "Here's my number, call me on Tuesday morning, Let's chat."

Walking away, I folded the paper and slipped it into my back pocket. She very much intrigued me and I thought about her often for the rest of that day and the next.

That evening, Taryn and I talked about it and decided to take our vacation that year at Crossway Camp. After all, many people had encouraged us to go. It sure beats going to the in-laws house for another fence painting, re-shingling or driveway pouring holiday.

I owned a popular Pizzaria where my employees were awesome and could basically run the place without me.

On Tuesday morning, I met with my day staff about the lunch and supper specials. I gave instructions to the kitchen staff about the prep work for the day, then I escaped to my office and pulled a note from my pocket and dialed a number.

***

On the second ring, my beautiful new friend answered her phone. Kim recognized my voice right away and said that she was so happy that I called. I imagined her smiling as I thanked her for allowing me to talk with her again. She thanked me as well, saying that she thought that I was a man that would understand the pain that she was going through.

There it is. Something more in common.

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