When Risk Pays Off
Some of these “risky” topics overlap, but today’s writing prompt is:
Name a time when a risk you took paid off.
Well, I shared a post yesterday about an enormous risk that paid off, in the sparing of three young lives. This time I’ll share another life-changing risk that has paid off for me.
After my nearly 20-year marriage to my daughters’ father ended in divorce, during the same time period when I lost my Dad to lymphoma, I figured there was no point in believing I would ever find true love and happiness, or ever be married again.
I cautiously tried online dating, only to be disappointed and/or disgusted that so many men in my age range tended to be so “piggish” and more interested in casual sex than in building a meaningful relationship. Perhaps all those years of marriage made me naive about the realities of the dating world.
After a few months of that, and about the time I was ready to give up, I found a profile on a new (at the time) dating site called LoveAccess of a handsome man in Maine named Dave, with some noteworthy similar interests. This was in early December 2002. It turned out the attraction was mutual, and we spent hours every night and on weekends, chatting online. We were both intrigued and impressed by one another’s ability to communicate well.
On New Year’s Eve, after chatting for a few hours and as the midnight hour approached, Dave asked if he could call me so we could welcome in the new year of 2003. I agreed and — I know it probably sounds silly — I instantly loved his voice. We talked as 2003 arrived, and then made plans to meet in person at some point in January.
The silly man drove through a blizzard to meet me in the parking lot of a popular restaurant in Gilford, New Hampshire — and honestly, it was as romantic as any movie scene, as we both jumped out of our vehicles at the same time, embraced, and as snowflakes clung to my eyelashes, Dave gave me a tender kiss. (OK, at this point, you’re probably either saying, “Awww!” or “Oh brother!”)
Anyway, as they say, the rest is history. We visited back and forth for a few months between New Hampshire and Maine – and then I moved here to Maine in May 2003. Our relationship experienced some highs and lows, but we grew stronger in our love and respect for one another. Dave asked me to marry him on Christmas 2005 and we got married on February 11, 2006, in a small wedding ceremony at his dad and step-mom’s house.
Since Dave never had children in any previous relationships (and was never married before) and my four “kids” are now all young adults, we have instead welcomed “fur babies” into our family (dogs and cats). Then in September 2012, we became grandparents for the first time as my youngest daughter and son-in-law welcomed their beautiful baby girl into the world.
Yes, I would say this risk paid off. How about you? What risks have you taken that have worked out well for you?