It had been seven days after our first communication that I had decided he was the one for me.  It had been another seven that it took him to come to the same conclusion.  Two sevens, God’s perfect number, was all it took for us to be convinced.  This was clearly another confirmation that this was God’s will for us.  He didn’t exactly proposed to me then.  He wanted to do that in person, not in an email and from half way around the world.  The fact was that we had never even heard each others voices yet, all correspondence had been via email.  What he sent was a promise to propose on our first meeting.

Early in our first week he sent me $500 to buy a cellphone and start making plans for our wedding in early April.  I couldn’t believe that he would trust me that much.  It was more money than I had ever held in my hand before in my life.  My younger brother and I went home.  I was still in disbelief.  My parents and other younger siblings were happy to see us and thought that I had found a job in the city because I bought their favorite roasted chicken and fruits.  My mother then started asking me.  At first she didn’t believe me.  She thought I must have found a job.  I had a hard time convincing her that the money I used to buy the food was from a guy from Minnesota that I met online.   When I showed her the money, she was also was in disbelief and called my father and other siblings.  They too couldn’t believe.  My mother was afraid that he might be a gangster or drug dealer and wanted something in return.  I told her not to worry, that he was an engineer, and just a very generous Christian man.