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Chapter 2

In the Beginning

The air was crisp that cool winter evening and the sky was filled with stars that seemed to sparkle with laughter. I ran across the parking lot, fearing I would be late for my first night of work. I had just accepted a job teaching jazz dance for a racquet club and was unsure about what to expect. I felt confident about the classes that I taught at Mount Royal College, but this was a new experience, and as with most new experiences, I felt a bit apprehensive.

As I opened the doors to the club, I was greeted by the smiling face of my friend Tanya and she told me where the studio was located. I rushed down the hall, my heart beating rapidly with anticipation. It was then that I saw a man of attractive build, wearing a green sweater, and his beaming smile caught my attention. As he approached from the other end of the hall, he paused briefly to say hello. Our eyes met and for a moment I lost myself in his beautiful blue eyes. There was something special, something familiar about this man, about his eyes, but what was it? It seemed almost as if time itself had slowed and I ran in suspended motion. “Hello,” he said. “I hope you have a good class.”

“Thanks,” I replied, finding it difficult to break eye contact. He rushed down the hall to the reception desk. I wondered if he worked for the club, and if he was almost late for work as I had been.

After an invigorating first class, I packed my dance shoes into my bag and headed for the door. As I walked by the reception area, I wondered if I would see the man who had stirred something powerful within me. He seemed to be nowhere in sight, however, so I bundled myself in my blue down coat and prepared for the freezing race to the car.

The drive home seemed to take forever. Calgary is well known for its unpredictable weather, and a cold snowy night had begun. I parked my car in front of my house and walked to the door. The snow crunched under my feet as the snowflakes began to fall gently to the ground. The clear starry night was now filled with ominous clouds.

Several months went by of teaching classes for the racquet club. During this time, I did not notice the mysterious man who had caught my attention that first night, nor did I realize the impact that he would have upon my life. Circumstances would soon bring us face to face again.