My family was not very religious, my Mother claimed to be agnostic and there were rumors that my Grandpa T. was an atheist (my Mother assured me he was just agnostic). No one in my family ever attended church, and I was not taught anything about religion at home. My Mother always told me that I could choose my religion when I became an adult.
I had been in church a few times with my friend Patty, who was Lutheran, and once or twice with other friends, but nothing on a regular basis. One day, one of my girl friends invited me to go to the base church with her for Sunday services. She was a member of the church choir and wanted me to see her sing.
So that Sunday I went to church. As I watched the choir sing I couldn't help but notice the most gorgeous young guy singing in the choir too. He was about 5'11" with dark hair, blue eyes and freckles across his nose. He didn't appear to be more than 17 or 18 years old. I was smitten.
I began attending church every Sunday, just for a glimpse at Mr.Gorgeous. I caught the attention of the choir director, a big Samoan man with a smile a mile wide. He invited me to join the choir. I told him I couldn't carry a tune. He laughed and encouraged me to join anyway. I thought about it briefly, and realized I would get to know Mr. Gorgeous if I joined. That's all I needed to know. I became a member of the church choir that day.