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Troubled souls require a soft pillow on which to fall when their great plans bring them crashing to the earth.
There was no such cushion awaiting my girlfriend and myself when we landed in Columbus, Ohio, having hatched a plan to be together–to the chagrin or disapproval of all outsiders.
- Her parents disowned her.
- Our high school friends stopped calling.
- And our church stood at an adequate, Biblical distance, careful not to pass along any semblance of support, while also insisting they were not “negative.”
We had obviously failed. We had broken the protocol.
For some, it was an issue of right and wrong. For others, it fell into the realm of proper or improper. But really, in the long run, the greatest fear of any small town is that actions are not “normal,” forcing them to be declared “weird.”
Once we received such a cool reception from our community, we found it impossible to share that a baby was on the way, especially since such a revelation, in 1970, was just short of abomination and well within the realm of unforgivable sin.
We were scared. We were two people desperately in need of counsel. We found no consolation, only affixed stares.
So we decided to drive down to Nashville, Tennessee, using some of my girlfriend’s college money, to see what life was like outside our burg. Because we were gone for the entire weekend, people assumed we got married, and when we returned unhitched, the persecution increased.
I was informed that I was no longer welcome to be in charge of the coffee house, which had been my great affection all through my high school years.
I don’t want you to misunderstand me–I am not saying that the path we chose was conventional or even worthy of any type of praise.
We were just young.
We needed consideration instead of condemnation–and it was just easier for them to set us to the side than to take us aside and set us straight.
So because of all of this scrutiny, we decided that we needed to go somewhere in the deep South and find a state where we could get married as quickly as possible.
We were thrilled.
Everyone else pretended they didn’t notice.
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