Margaret was just realizing her life was going to be drastically changed from life as she knew it-

Let me begin by telling the story of how I met Martin...

Watching my two young children climbing in the tree in front of my house, I noticed a young man sitting in a chair on the porch across the courtyard. He was handsome and had a cute little curl spilling onto his forehead. His tanned skin made his smile seem so bright. He had his foot propped up on the bannister of the porch and a notebook from his English as a second language class in his hand. Who was this handsome guy? I was curious. I saw him a few times over the next couple of days. One day, I needed some help taking out the trash bin to the alley so I asked him for help. He didn't seem to mind. Afterwards, we began to talk and I invited him in. I asked him if he would cook me some eggs since my leg was broken (another story for another time) and he said okay. I remember distinctly that he added cut up hotdogs and they were burned but by this time I didn't care because I was already smitten with him. This is how I remember meeting this man I love.

Martin just came to the United States and began to realize what a big difference geography can make-

Let me tell you how I think he thinks our story began...

There was this crazy white lady who lived in the same apartments as I did. I just got here from Mexico and was staying with my cousin and some friends. Anyhow, she was living alone with her two kids. She always had lots of friends coming by and she was always having parties. One day we hung out and the next thing I knew, I was listening to American radio stations and learning English. I guess you could say I never saw it coming.