Eva started working when she was 13 years old and hasn’t stopped since. She raised a daughter as a single parent yet made sure that her daughter had all the opportunities that she never had as a child. Eva’s vivaciousness is a good contrast to my studiousness and we make a fine team. When she encounters a bad situation, Eva prays first and acts second. She called me the other evening and told me that she had picked up a stranded Hispanic family and was taking them home. I thumped my head — didn’t she know that this could be dangerous? Yes, of course she knew that it was dangerous, but she did it anyway, just as she has on many other occasions.
Before we got married, she would call me up out of the blue and say something like, “Mike, hurry up! Let’s go buy some shoes and a jacket for Herman?”
“Who’s Herman?” I would cautiously ask.
“He’s the guy living under the Spring Valley and Dallas Tollway bridge that I met today. He needs help. I’ve already given him a Bible, he’s accepted Christ, and he needs clothes because it’s cold.”
Well, how could I refuse logic like that? I try to read the Bible while Eva tries to lives it.
Eva is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m proud that she married me, even if it was in a moment of weakness.
