Things happen, for a reason.
Yes things do happen for a reason. Though the reasons don’t seem clear at the time.
This I found was the case over and over as I reflected upon my life and the things that had happened.
For instance, why did I get that mysterious email on March 25th, 1998 from an anonymous person? The email said something to the effect of, I think I know you, tell me about your family, where you grew up, and things like that. Over the next few days, I exchanged e-mail with this person, as they were trying to make sure they found the correct Zev. My grandfather, father, and I all have the same name, and as unpopular as my name is I guess there were a few more out there this person found, as they searched for me. Lucky for them, they nailed the right one on the first try. By the third e-mail, I finally found out who the “masked” e-mail stranger was. And in fact she was no stranger. It was Gwen. It had been 18 years since our last contact. Needless to say, we had lots to catch up on. As gossip goes….she heard I lived in Newport Rhode Island, and had 3 kids. Well, just to set the record straight here, I had no children of my own, just the two step sons. And I lived in Massachusetts. But you know how gossip goes.
As it turned out, she had only gotten her first computer only a few months before. It was pure luck she found me on the first try. I was already switching to another isp, and in a couple weeks, my old email would have been closed and maybe she never would have found me. Throughout all the years, we never met face to face. Things happen for a reason. Remember that as the rest of this story unfolds.
First thing I told her, we will not discuss the Borg, god or religion. By this time in my life I had lots going on. And lots NOT going on. I was still a married man, and still remained faithful, and tried my best to work out the problems. Years passed, Gwen and I remained in contact via e-mail and kept writing each other. It was a very difficult thing to tell her about myself and the inner turmoil I struggled with about the Borg, and about my marriage, and how low and the complete lack of self-confidence I had in myself. It took about 2 years to start telling it and almost another 2 to tell her it all. She ended up being my listener, the one person I could talk to, without the fear of rejection, or reprisals. And I ended up being her listener, the one she could trust to open up to about so many things that she would tell no one else.
By the end of 2000, I had begun to feel it was time to start to dig into my discontent, and questions regarding the Borg. She was always careful to not lead me into anything, unless I asked. Then and only then did she start sending me sites, and material, but only after I had begun sharing what I was finding, with her. She saw first hand the awakening of Zev. How proud she must have been to watch this happen without her leading me into anything, and my undertaking of all that I was finding. I know it pained her to see how depressed I got, and to see the pain it caused me to find out the “truth” about the “truth”.
In reflection, and looking back over my life, I have to wonder how this came about. How was it that she was brought back into my life. What made that happen? Things happen for a reason. That’s the only explanation I have for it. I say it over and over again to her, and she understands where I am coming from. Some force, power, or thing, happened that brought us together after all those years. Sure, it was just email, we never met until much later in the story, and I’ll cover that near the end. I wouldn’t want to ruin your anticipation now would I? But just the same one has to wonder at these things, and wonder in amazement is all I can do. I will tell you this…it was 22 years between the last time we saw each other and the next time.
I will say now, and you’ll be happy to know, that on Monday, March 25, 2002 Gwen and I will be celebrating a special occasion. Not many people have this blessing in their lives, and I’m very happy to have her in mine. March 25’th will be the 4 year anniversary of that very first email.
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