When I was seventeen....... it was a very good year!

When I was seventeen, I wanted to become a nun. But one day in church, the little voice inside me asked: "What if that is not what God wants you to do?" What??? Not become a nun? Get married?? Oh, no!! But then seriously, I said in response: "If God wants me to get married, it has to be somebody who does not smoke or drink, whose mother and I have to be friends, can't be Irish, Hispanic, or any Latin based ethnic group. So the voice asked: "What's left?". I responded with "How about Russian. I don't know any of those. It sounds interesting. Another thing, it has to be before I'm 23 or I'm joining the convent then. One more thing, I'd rather be married to a Jew than a rotten Catholic. Three years later I met my soon to be husband, of Russian Jewish extraction. His mother became my best friend. Ask and you shall receive.