I was working as an jet aircraft mechanic when I meet a nice man. He worked in my crew. We became friends at work and one day he asked me to for a date. I accepted and we had a great time.

Later, he invited me to his home for dinner one night. He didn't allow me to do a thing. He did everything for me. Looking back, I think he was showing me how he would treat me in the future.

We could talk about anything, we both enjoyed the same things like music, food, activities and more.

I liked this man a lot however, at the time, I really didn't want to get involved with a man who had children as I had two sons. He had a daughter and a son. What was I thinking? .

A few years went by and as I was walking though the hanger, I ran into him. It seems that he had married. He showed me photos of his twin children. As we stood talking, he told me that he always wanted to marry me. I was shocked.

Had I known at the time how he truly felt about me, I think that I may have given him more of my time and attention. However, being the blond what I am, I didn't.

Years went by and I had long been gone from that job. I heard that he belonged to a group of motorcycle riders who rode for Christ. That impressed me. I would not have thought that about him.

Then years after that, I heard that he had died. My heart was broken. He was such a fun guy and just full of love. For weeks I found myself walking around saying to myself, "Stockard honey, I miss you so much." I always called him by his last name.

Yep, he was just one of a few that got away but only because I wouldn't give him a chance.