I had known Ricky since we were at university. Ricky and I never ran in the same circles, although he was always kind to me. I was the farm girl who had to milk and take care of the cows, and he was the BMOC. It didn’t matter what activity he participated in; he was always successful. Everyone thought he was going to end up in a major baseball league, or the NFL, but they were all wrong. He didn’t even accept a scholarship. He told his parents he wanted to be an Heating, Ventilation and A/C professional and work for his father’s Heating, Ventilation and A/C company. I still saw him around the neighborhood and he always stopped to say hello, but I was stressed about getting my doctorate and working with the local veterinary clinic. It took ten years before I had my own clinic, and I worked mostly with large animals, but I had a locale in town, which I used as a hospital. I was in the office one afternoon, when the air conditioning system broke. I called the local Heating, Ventilation and A/C company, and I was surprised when Ricky showed up. He repaired the air conditioning system quickly and then came in to talk to me. The first thing he said was that being a veterinarian suited me and I glowed with excitement. I stopped working as soon as he asked me to marry him. He said he had been in love with me for years, and he wanted me to go out with him before the offer became concrete. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I agreed to go out with him.