Twenty five years ago I met a handsome, funny, committed Christian guy and decided three days later that I’d marry him. I only had one problem. He got on a plane and went back to El Salvador, his home country.
How were my guy and I going get to know each other? Back in the days before cell phones, WhatsApp, and internet access at home, talking on the telephone was expensive.
One day the mailman brought me a treasure: a letter from Jose! Excited, I ripped open the envelope only to find that I couldn’t read his handwriting. Like a spy working feverishly to crack a code, I spent an hour deciphering the letter. [Read more…]