My most important class

I have a personality type of being very “stream of consciousness” in my discussions and thoughts in online life, but I think I still have a relatively decent filter.

The result is that I am generally a tactful guy who usually is quick on my feet, who sometimes says more than I should, but who is generally not particularly offensive.

The reason for this personality type is probably because I’m that jack of all trades, master of none type who has many irons in the fire because my interests are so many, and so varied. Time is not on my side.

Thank God my wife, Marie, can deal. 🙂

The reason I mention this is that I am already uncomfortable with question #1 because I had to sit and think about this. So, it wasn’t something that I had an immediate or near-immediate answer to.

In fact, I am still sitting here typing, some ten minutes later, and I still don’t have a particularly great answer, I don’t think…

My answer: The most important class I ever took was a class I never signed up before and got stuck in by God’s grace. Exploratory French and Spanish. 8th Grade. Mr. Rella.

The reason?

On the very first day of class — I can still see her in my mind’s eye — in front of me, across the classroom in the first row, sat a very beautiful (and very talkative), cute, 14-year old Filipina girl.

Her name was Marie.

It was the first time I laid eyes on the woman I would marry some 11 years later.

That’s the only answer I could come up with. The reality with my schooling is that I can’t recall any class that really just blew me away. I’ve had some great teachers… but class was mostly a drag for me.

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In May, 2005, Rob was a secular, Jewish, thirty-something, Los Angeles, personal injury attorney whose idea of getting up early on a Sunday was getting up for the third quarter of the first televised, NFL games.

Thirsting on the idea of playing in a band for the first time in a decade, Rob finally accepted his neighbor's request to get up at seven-in-the-morning on Sundays in order to participate.

Eleven months later, his world was turned upside down by Jesus. Instantly, he began leading songs on the worship team and, today, he now leads that same LIFEhouse worship team in which he was initially invited to join as a non-believer.

God is cool like that.