
July 3rd, 2005: I wasn't really feeling it that morning. I reached for my cell phone and called Justin. Justin's roommate, Greg, was visiting Seaford for the first time. I said, "I'm not going to go to church today, but I still want to go to the beach with you guys." We agreed to get up with each other later on about the beach.
But for some reason I changed my mind about church. I decided to get out of bed and go. When I got to Bayshore, I looked all around, but I didn't see Justin or Greg there. After the service, I called Justin, and he said that they were heading over to Ocean City. So I left church and made my way to Route 50. When I was about five or six miles out from Ocean City, I ran into heavy, stand-still traffic, which is typical for Independence Day Weekend. So I called Justin and told him where I was, and he said that they too were on Route 50, a few miles ahead of me, in stand-still traffic.
About an hour past, and I was really getting tired of the slow, stop-and-go traffic. So I called Justin and told him that we should call it off and go somewhere else. But Greg insisted that we go to Ocean City. So I put up with it for probably another hour, and finally crossed the bridge into the city. I parked at a Candy Kitchen and arranged to meet them there. They arrived, and we went down to the boardwalk.
We walked around in the blazing heat, and decided to eat at Paul Revere's Smorgasbord. The food was great, but one thing that really struck us was that most of the employees were Russian or European girls. Greg really appreciated that, and he especially like our waitress. After eating, we went outside and walked around the boardwalk some more. We decided to go sit down on the sand, so we picked a spot and walked out on the beach.
We couldn't help but notice these two blonde girls doing leg exercises about 40 yards away from us. Somehow Greg could tell that they were foreign. I told him that he should go over and talk to them, but he was chickening out. We kept talking about it, but for a while it seemed hopeless. But I kept pushing him to go over and talk to them, and so he stood up and walked over. Justin and I were flabbergasted. We watched as Greg laid down on the sand, on his side, and talked to them. They opened up to him and looked very happy. They talked for a couple of minutes, while Justin and I debated whether we should go over and join them.
Finally, we went over and met them. They were Russian, and they could speak English, but not so well. They taught us some Russian words, and we helped them with their English. We found out that they were staying in Ocean City for the summer through a college program that allowed them to come here and work. We had a good conversation, and then we walked them back to their place. They were staying with a lot of other Russian students in a house that read "Emily's Photo House" or something on the front of the building. Greg asked them if they wanted to hang out later on, and they said to meet them at the house in about an hour.
So we went back to our cars and freshened up and relaxed for a little bit. When the time came, we went back to their house and met them. It was starting to get dark outside. The five of us walked around for a couple of hours. Greg and one girl, named Nastia, made a good connection. They even went down to the beach by themselves for a while to talk. I connected well with the other girl, Vera. At the end of the night we said goodbye, got in the car, and drove up to Newark, to Greg and Justin's apartment.
The next day we planned on going to see Blue Oyster Cult play in New Jersey, followed by a fireworks show. But Greg wanted to go back down to Ocean City to see Nastia. So he went down there, and Justin and I went to the concert.
Over the next month or so, Greg and I kept hanging out with the Russians. We had a lot of good times. Greg and Nastia started dating, while I spent a lot of time with Vera. As the summer drew to a close, I was looking to get out of Seaford, and move up to Newark. Vera flew back to Russia, but Nastia actually moved in with Greg for a little while. Then, Greg called me and wanted to know if I wanted to move into the apartment, because he and Nastia were moving out. I said yes, and the next week I was living in Newark.
Greg and Nastia ended up getting married. And after a year of living in Newark, I felt like God was calling me to move back down to Seaford. So I moved back so that I could get back into going to Bayshore and what was then called The Edge. And that's how I got to where I am today. I'd like to think that I played even a small role in transitioning The Edge into Kainos.
The moral of the story is that every decision that you make counts. Greg chose to visit Seaford. He chose to go to the beach. Despite heavy traffic, he chose to keep driving to the beach. We chose to sit out at the perfect place on the beach, at the perfect time. He chose to go talk to those girls. We chose to meet them later on. He chose to keep going back to Ocean City. And it led to a marriage. What if I hadn't gone to the beach with them? What if we had gone on a different day?
Did fate bring those two together that day? Or was it God?










