Though Jack was not a Lothario, by any stretch of the imagination, he did have a reputation as a lady's man. How do I know that to be true? He was written up as such in the yearbook published by his peers upon his graduation from farm school.
In short, Jack rarely came back to the dorm dejected over being rejected when his high spirited, adventurous sense of fun, coupled with his congenial, romantic nature, spied a comely lass, whose charms had caught his eye. Though Jack had been known as the guy with the looker on his arm, that didn't mean my father had not suffered heartbreak before falling for my mom.
Upon emigrating to the holy land, Jack had felt deeply conflicted. You see, he'd left a girl behind, with whom he'd fallen deeply in love. And though she'd fully returned his affection, her father held that he did not favor his daughter's choice of mate, because Jack could offer nothing more than his adventurous, young heart. To make matters worse, pioneering in the holy land had been Jack's cup of tea not Lisa's. So upon Jack's departure, this young pair separated sadly with promises to write, because loving each other as deeply as they did made saying goodbye, forever, impossible on both sides. And write they did until they didn't.
Once Lisa's letters stopped, Jack wrote asking if she'd had a change of heart. After all, his passionate nature and educated mind had geared up toward irrigating this desert habitat with the utmost of success, suggesting that he'd left the states, forever, and though you and I know why that was not to be, Lisa's sad heart had had no clue. Eventually, Jack gave Lisa up for lost, until he'd returned to the states and made a bee line straight to her house—just in case—because at his core, Jack proved to be a thorough, never-give-up kind of guy—most especially when his heart swelled with love …
In short, Jack rarely came back to the dorm dejected over being rejected when his high spirited, adventurous sense of fun, coupled with his congenial, romantic nature, spied a comely lass, whose charms had caught his eye. Though Jack had been known as the guy with the looker on his arm, that didn't mean my father had not suffered heartbreak before falling for my mom.
Upon emigrating to the holy land, Jack had felt deeply conflicted. You see, he'd left a girl behind, with whom he'd fallen deeply in love. And though she'd fully returned his affection, her father held that he did not favor his daughter's choice of mate, because Jack could offer nothing more than his adventurous, young heart. To make matters worse, pioneering in the holy land had been Jack's cup of tea not Lisa's. So upon Jack's departure, this young pair separated sadly with promises to write, because loving each other as deeply as they did made saying goodbye, forever, impossible on both sides. And write they did until they didn't.
Once Lisa's letters stopped, Jack wrote asking if she'd had a change of heart. After all, his passionate nature and educated mind had geared up toward irrigating this desert habitat with the utmost of success, suggesting that he'd left the states, forever, and though you and I know why that was not to be, Lisa's sad heart had had no clue. Eventually, Jack gave Lisa up for lost, until he'd returned to the states and made a bee line straight to her house—just in case—because at his core, Jack proved to be a thorough, never-give-up kind of guy—most especially when his heart swelled with love …
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