Category Archives: unrequited love

Justin and Torrie’s Love Story


I could have titled this, “The Good Guy,” a best friend love story. Or I

could have given it a more interesting title, “The Layered Man ‘Wins’ His Girl.”

I have a difficult time deciding how to give a title and this is a very important

skill, I admire those who do such a wonderful time of catching my attention,

leaving some intrigue to help the reader to finish the story, find the meaning

in the title, too.

Since kindergarten, Justin had always liked Torrie. She was his best friend.

They never wanted to ruin their friendship by “taking it to the next level.”

Justin told me, “We never wanted to ‘go there.'” (No romantic moves were

made throughout all their school years.)

When Torrie came home from college, she had gotten married to a classmate

and chosen to have a Justice of the Peace wedding. From the moment that

Justin ran into them at their small town grocery store, he did not like the

guy at all. In Justin’s opinion, the way the guy looked and acted was like

a “bum.” He was concerned about Torrie’s poor choice in a partner and also,

worried about their relationship. When he went home and talked to his

mother, she told him,

“It is out of your hands, now.”

While they had been teens, Torrie and Justin leaned on each other during

heartbreaks. They had built a bond, but while Torrie had been away, Justin

had chosen to start working at the distribution center. I ran into him,

(almost literally!) while I was learning and wearing a neon training vest,

in heavy bulk. I had learned how to drive the pallet rider, load it with

the different heavy products such as struts and pipes, but was rather

challenged in my backing up skills. To get things to shipping, you literally

had to back into a lane, lower the fork lift and ‘drop’ the products. I

cut corners and had close calls, but one day, while Justin was nearby, I

backed up and hit another loaded pallet. My two different contacts, one

near and the other far, (since I could not adapt to bifocal contacts)

were to blame!

A lot of products got knocked off, along with a hamper of car parts fell.

Justin hurried over, he has the clarity and steely eyed look of Paul

Newman’s eyes. Deep and abiding blue. He had a sympathetic look, helping

reload the pallet, saying not to worry and other very kind things. While

he helped me for almost twenty minutes, he for some reason, shared the

above thoughts about Torrie.

He told me, along with the fact he had lost touch with her, except on

occasion to hear she had two children, was struggling to do her nursing,

along with her raising her girls. These snippets of news came from his

mother and friends who would run into Torrie.

Justin told me when he was straight out of high school, he had enjoyed

the elements of riding around on the equipment, moving pallets full of

incoming products, and wrapping the outgoing products using a wrapping

machine. He was adept with the job, gave a lot of time and attention

to his responsibilities and by 2009, risen to be the shipping clerk.

His next step, recently achieved, was being in 2013, the shipping

supervisor. This payscale jump has helped him with the ‘rest of his


When he told me about finding out about Torrie’s second child’s birth,

his jaw clenched and he said that he had to bite his tongue not to

tell his mother, he didn’t really want to hear anymore about Torrie’s


This was soon changed.

A woman that I work for, may have mentioned somewhere along the way

in my work stories, Debbie, came up to me last week. She works in the

area called, Cycle Count. So, if I am in the pick to light area, and

a product is missing from the bins, I will push a series of buttons

that indicate, “back ordering.” Well, within minutes, this sends what

I call an ‘alarm’ but I am sure it is not accompanied by a sound of

an alarm, but one member who has been there for fifteen years, Debbie

arrives. This is nice, since the next pass down the lane or zone, will

mean I have a filled bin to pick from. This actually helps me with my

‘rate’ or time it takes to go up and down.

Debbie is about five years older than I am, saying that she hopes to

retire in about three more years. I have shown her pictures of my

grandchildren and she has shown me her daughter’s children and

grandchildren. I was particularly glad when she started to tell me

about her granddaughter who is in her late twenties. The daughter

has lovely reddish brown hair, her children all having brown eyes.

Then, her granddaughter has reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes.

Her three great grandchildren all have blue eyes, she showed me

their photos along the way, but had not ever shown the father in

any of her photos. Apparently, in 2011, her granddaughter, Torrie,

got fed up with being a busy nurse, mother and wife with a husband

who was a video game fanatic, rarely keeping a steady job. When he

lost his Pizza Hut delivery job, she decided to make a clean break.

Debbie said that summer, while pushing her daughter of three and

holding her six month old on her hips, she ran into her old and

dear ‘best friend ever,’ Justin. He was being the ‘good guy’ that

he ‘always was’ by taking his niece and nephew to the park. They

were 7 and 9, Debbie told me. They could run and play by themselves

at the park, while he chatted and offered to hold the baby so that

Torrie could put her three year old on her lap to swing together.

I perked up right away, I mean I had only known of two other Torrie’s

in my life!

One had been a sweet actress in my senior high play I directed, “Take

Her, She’s Mine.” The other one, had been a character in a love story

told to me in the summer of 2009, by Justin.

I asked her, “Was this man’s name Justin?”

She said, “Oh, you might know him on the shipping floor since he is

the supervisor. I didn’t realize you may know my granddaughter’s


I asked, “How did it come about, since I thought she was single?”

And that is how she told me about running into each other, at the

Mt. Gilead State Park. How their ‘destinies’ were to become joined

by being each other’s best friends in the beginning and now, were

married. Debbie told me a few more details about her granddaughter

as I tried to continue to fill my orders, she followed me down

my zone. She told me that she had insisted on paying for a ‘big

wedding’ like she had always wanted. That the six month old was

about nine months, held in someone’s arms but the three year old

great granddaughter had been the flower girl and a cousin had

been the ring bearer. They had married in the Spring of 2012 and

have the littlest girl, in 2013. I admired the photograph, now

feeling very connected to their love story.

I could not have imagined when I heard the beginning of their love

story, told me by the considerate, sincere and quiet Justin in 2009,

that I would be hearing a happy ending.

This ‘happily ever after’ shone strongly in the faces of each member

of this family, like a shining beacon.

Debbie’s family portrait held the strongly bound lives of three

sisters, a loving mother, Torrie and father (stepfather), Justin.

Make Art Not War!


The project entitled, “Art Everywhere” started this week with

wonderful surprises for the Brits!  Richard Reed, the innovative

thinker, who started this project, got all the printing costs of the

paintings from the donations of an art loving English population.

There is a Facebook page and there was a donation website also.

So, how does this work? Where can you see it all ? Well, this is so

exciting that over 22,000 areas are featuring 57,000 famous and

not so famous internationally acclaimed artists’ paintings. They

are displayed in all kinds of places where you would normally see an

estimated 5 million dollars worth of advertising. On the UK buses,

on the city billboards, on placard and posters and everywhere art

can be seen!

An art gallery owner was interviewed on the CBS, “This Morning”

show, featured in a clip along with the motivator, Richard Reed.

Reed exclaimed, it would be practically impossible to believe that

the advertisers would give up their spaces, to allow this project to

move forward.

He did not add or say, that any advertisers contributed to the art

funding but allowing their “billboards to be decorated with art and

not ads, that was fantastic.”

The gallery owner said, (paraphrased due to I was at work, no pen

or pencil and paper close by on break!), ‘although people would expect

me to be snobbish and say this is wrong to use art in this way. I am

going to say this is absolutely wonderful and it helps to allow everyone

to view the masters.’ He further added, that ‘it does not cheapen art

to bring it to the masses.’

I am bringing this idea to my fellow bloggers since I do have some Brits

among them.  I would like them to tell us what were their favorite art

pieces they have seen so far and where did they see them?

It was suggested by the newscasters that America should go all out and

display artwork on billboards to uplift, move and educate our population

about art!

One of my favorite art pieces that was shown this morning on the television,

“The Lady of Shalott,”  was inspired by Lord Alfred Tennyson’s poetry.

It was painted by John William Waterhouse in 1888.  This is one of a

series of three paintings done with oil painting on canvas. I like it

because the woman is lying down in a boat that looks like a floating

bed. It is different from most formal paintings showing pillows, her

hair disarrayed, and a lovely comforter or quilt shown make it so

relaxing. It has always soothed my nerves. It was painted during the

Pre-Raphaelite period of Art.

Lord Tennyson, wrote extensively and used a variety of forms of

poetry. The poem, “The Lady of Shalott” was about a woman whose

yearning was for the knight, Sir Lancelot.  The poem depicts loosely

this story of unrequited love.

He was known as the Poet Laureate for awhile due to the Queen

enjoying his Victorian style of writing. Lord Tennyson was so well

known he had great number of followers who tended to bother

him wherever he lived. He married in 1850 and had two children

and the family lived out in the countryside. One lengthy  poem I

read in high school was Ulysses.