In the beginning, Janna and I were tow different people from two very different places. As everyone knows, I was born in San Pedro Sula,Honduras and remained there until I was twelve years old. San Pedro Sula is the second biggest city in Honduras, and probably the dirtiest one. In 1998 my family decided to move to the United States for a more safe environment.Janna on the other Hand, was born and raised in Homer, Georgia. A small town north of Atlanta in a beautiful country home. As we can all see the probabilities of us running into each other or ever meeting were against us, but fortunately we bet the odds.
This is where is gets interesting...
If Janna was living in Georgia, and I was living in Utah, how could we ever meet. Well it took a couple of years, but we decided to meet each other half way. Well I didn't, I was called there.
Here are the Series of Events....
1) In August of 2006 I am called on a Spanish speaking Mission to Peoria, Illinois.
2) Janna decides to Leave Georgia and move in with her sister Julie in Armington, Illinois. ( Illinois State University is located in Bloomington, Illinois; which is about 40 Min. from Armington. Bloomington and Armington are both 45 Min. from Peoria, Illinois.)
3) I left for the MTC on the 29th of November, 2006.
4) Janna comes to Utah, for a Skiing trip, with her Sister's Family in the months of early December.
5) I leave for Illinois 3 days before Christmas.
6) Janna remains in Illinois, at the same time I am, while she goes to school during the week, and works at a hospital during the weekend.
7) I serve in the cities of: The Quad Cities, Beardstown, Champaign, Bloomington, and finally Pekin.
8) Armington is the furthest city in the Pekin Ward boundaries.
While I was serving in Bloomington, I served in the singles ward assigned for the whole Peoria Stake. I was there for about 5 months before I left for Pekin. After being in Bloomington for a couple of months I saw Janna for the first time. She walked into the chapel one Sunday morning, sat down, and kept everything to herself. That Sunday I was giving a talk, but if you ask her about it she doesn't remember me one bit;Which is actually quite typical of her. During sacrament meeting she was probably paying more attention at the couple in the front row, then to anything else happening in the room, including me. (I still think that is hilarious... she does not remember me in the least bit. Janna always asks me,"Are you sure it was me? Are you sure it wasn't someone else?")I think I am going to have Janna tell the rest of our story, so we can all see what she was really thinking...
Raul Jaar
