I am not a person who dreams, but if I do, I certainly do not remember them. As a matter of fact, I cannot remember ever having a dream.
One day, in early 1990’s, it happened. I finally had a dream that I could recall. It was a dream too real, about the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and her young son. The woman in this dream was my wife, and yet I was not married. I woke in a sweat, wondering, what I had just seen.
That very same day, I met that woman in that dream, in a random store in Kiev, Ukraine. I was looking for supplies for our project in Pervomaysk, Ukraine. I saw her behind the counter serving another customer, but then she looked at me.
It took a while but I finally mustered enough nerve to asked her out for ice cream. While she was telling me about herself, she said she had a son from a previous marriage.
I asked her if he was about four years old, with blond hair and green eyes. She said, “yes, how do you know?” I explained about my dream.
Thank God for his infinite wisdom. He does not do things in a vacuum. God had given Angela dreams about me as well.
She told me, that the minute she saw me walk into the store, she heard a voice that said, "It's him!" She had not seen me yet and wondered what the strange voice was. When we did see each other, we both stared open mouthed at each other.
It was like looking into our own dreams. She said she had seen me twice in dreams that month and could not stop talking to her mother about the dream. I knew almost instantly that we were meant to be together.
We married after three months. I had to travel halfway around the world for work, to find the love of my life. I was blessed with two amazing sons. They are kind, intelligent and fiercely patriotic.
My wife had lived under oppression and in a home with abuse, but now, she knows love and the gift of freedom and choice. She chooses forgiveness, life and joy. I worked for the DOD in Iraq and was in the USSR on START 2 Treaty Jobs in the Ukraine.
Editor's note: Mr. Delaney is a Queen Creek resident.