My Perfect One is Unique!

Let's get back on track today. During my college career I had a lot of amazing experiences. In fact, when I look back, that was the favorite season of my life. It was my turf. I learned more than just academics. I learned; who I was, how to deal with this harsh world and just keep going, how to cope with the stress of my disabilities, and how God wanted to use me as His witness.

One professor in particular was very popular among the psychology students. He is considered 'Mr. Cool'. It seemed no one could rattle his cage, he had counseled some really abnormal behavior cases. For example he was a consultant on "The Sybil' case. He showed the class pictures of the two of them together.

I took him for abnormal psych, after all he was and still is the resident expert on the subject. The first day he weeded out those who would not make it through his class by walking in the door, swear words flying from his mouth faster than anyone could comprehend them. Then he stood joyously and silently at the front of the room, watching the reactions that swept our faces as we realized what had just happened. After which, he warned us everyday would be very similar, he would not stop swearing even if we went to the president of the school (he has tenure, so they couldn't fire him for anything except maybe murder, without a problem) and if we couldn't handle it to change teachers. He also told us no one has ever been able to shake him up, so we could do our best but it wasn't worth trying.

REMEMBER, don't tell ME I can't do something, because I WILL do the opposite. I tried many different times and ways to fluster him. Nothing seemed to work. One day, I brought hillbilly teeth with me and at the beginning of class I said to him "May I ask an important question in front of the class? I'v been pondering this for a few years and cannot figure out the answer. I'm positive you can help." Flattered, his chest puffed out and he answered, "Why certainly!"

Seriously I said, "Well, about two years ago I entered a dentistry school and specialized in making dentures. No matter how hard I tried I never received a passing grade. Finally the staff got together, asked me to leave and never speak of this to anyone. I just don't understand! Can you help me figure out the reason?" Then I bent my head down, stuck those silly teeth in my mouth, flipped my head back up and gave a really big smile to him, then the class.

He sat there stunned and speechless yet smiling, while a roar raucous laughter resounded through the room. When he finally got control of himself enough to be able to talk he said, "Congratulations Merrym! You have done what no one has ever been able to. Chalk one up for the funniest person I've had the pleasure of knowing."

When the next semester came he asked to be my advisor and I did a one-on-one class with him. He asked me what topic I was really interested in? My answer and the topic of our class was Munchhausen-by-proxy. Also he would pull me into his classes every time he could, to have me do question and answer sessions. Maybe they were just studying me (I am pretty crazy LOL), but I felt important.

We became closer and closer until I graduated. I invited him to the ceremony and he said," I'm going to Italy at that time. I can't make it!" But on graduation day, at the end of the congratulating professors line, stood my advisor 'Mr. Cool'. He gave me a bear hug and said, "I'm sorry! I gotta run and catch my flight to Italy! I postponed my trip to see my friend, the only person to rattle my cage, the very able-bodied Merrym, whom I'm very proud of, graduate! See ya!" And he disappeared into the crowd.

But my dove, my perfect one,is unique, the favorite one who bore her.
Song of Solomon 6:9

I am blessed

Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce