Thoughts I Shared With My Wife


Last night (5/30) was our 7th wedding anniversary.  For the first time, Allie and I celebrated our special day.  Not sure if I should blame the mojitos, my beautiful bride, the magic of the evening, or my desire to make a baby, but I ain’t writing tonight.


Thoughts I Shared With My Wife

I made my share
of mistakes in life
proposing to you
will always be the
one thing I got right

You will always be
My guiding light
The reason that I smile
that I strive
that I believe
You will always be
The best of me

yes I have a few
My biggest regret is
I only have one life
to devote to you

Photo of Allie taken tonight (5/30) after dinner and drinks.


When My Wife Became My Hero


When My Wife Became My Hero

When Allie arrived in the United States, we decided instead of working she would get her degree.

Life is what happens while you’re making other plans.

Soon after her arrival, I lost my job. The following year, we depleted our savings and faced eviction.

Then I slipped and fell down a flight of stairs.

Sitting in the emergency room, I looked at my frightened bride; new to this intimidating city, with no knowledge of English.

Our survival depended on her.

Thus began our nightmare. Her relatives (cousins & aunts) suggested she leave me, then, they stopped communicating with her. My friends disappeared.

We lost everything we owned.

On three occasions we went to bed thinking we would be homeless the next day. All three times as I researched homeless shelters my bride shocked me by finding a temporary job and a place for us to live.

One Friday night in October 2013, we had zero money and an empty fridge. I wasn’t scheduled to receive my benefit money until Monday.

Honestly, I thought my bride had lost her mind. As our grumbling stomachs roared she prayed.

Minutes later, she said she needed air. Barely one hundred feet out of the building, we found twenty eight dollars.

That same scenario repeated itself twice in 2014.

In 2015 I had two surgeries (right retina and cervical spine). For a few months I lost use of my arms. Allie bathed, shaved, dressed, fed, and cleaned me in the bathroom.

She became my nurse, wife, counselor, priest, only friend, and hero. Life hurled crap at us; people stealing our food and money, betrayals, and lies, yet she never complained.

Now, we have a two bedroom garden apartment. We are making plans to relocate. My recovery has been steady. With daily exercise, I’m regaining my strength.

I’ll never forget that difficult period and how she rescued me.

For three years, Allie had a hundred reasons to leave me.

And only one reason to stay.


Wedding photo of Allie with her nephew Alex taken May 30, 2009.