When I was in my early 20’s I spent about 13 months working at an ACE school in Mexico.
It so happened that one of my brother’s friends, a guy I had met previously at the IBLP (Institute in Basic Life Principles) Dallas Training Center, lived there as well.
Old habits die hard, and I had made a number of good friends through ATI.
Eventually, though, I decided that I wanted to pursue nursing school so I left IBLP and moved back home so that I could attend an inexpensive state school.
In addition to being one of the few people on the planet who looks good in a Speedo, he met the qualification of not knowing anyone in my family or church, and he only barely knew one of my friends.Looking back on my situation, agreeing to this courtship was a mistake.There were a lot of difficult thing for me during this time, but one of the hardest was interacting with ATI friends and acquaintances who excitedly congratulated me, assuming this young man and I would soon be married, simply because we were courting.Turns out, however, that they saw it as a God-given opportunity for their son and me to get to know each other better.He and I did become friends, enjoying humor, discussing Shakespeare, and sharing many of the same experiences as Advanced Training Institute (ATI) students.