Written By Daniel Phai (the phaiance)
Realizing the
idea, preparing the engagement, and executing the plan were all a part of a
great journey with God. We’ve been dating for four years, and I knew that this
was going to be the year. When it came to buying the ring, I thought about the
rare example in the Bible of a man literally working to marry a woman. I read
in Genesis where Jacob works an unholy amount of years for his bride(s). I
wanted to experience what it would feel like to go to work not with the mindset
of myself but only her. As an actor, you never know when you’re going to
audition, book a job, or get paid, so I couldn’t rely on my true career
aspirations. Instead, like many starving artists, I went back to my old
restaurant job in Republic Union Square. In this job, you meet crazy people every
day. They stiff you on tips, don’t know the difference between a lemon and a
lime, and finally, blame you for everything that goes wrong not only with the
food but with their entire lives. However, throughout the past 8 months of
working (not quite Jacob’s 14 years), it was a complete joy to work. All I
could think about was seeing her face when she saw the ring.
Last week, I
saw her face. It was worth the wait.
It was a
sunny, chilly day in New York, and I woke up thinking, “This is it.” For weeks
and weeks, I was working with her principal to see if I could use the school
auditorium. She was more than willing to help, but due to the unpredictability
of New York City Public Schools, we couldn’t lock down a date. We had a few in
mind, but they kept getting pushed back. Like I said, this was a journey with
God. I trusted Him. He was going to pick the date. He chose April 27, 2012.
After we set the date, it was time to get the students’ parents involved. With
the help of Minyoung’s fellow teacher, Melissa Fields, we got the parents to
grant me permission.
The challenge: How do we teach these first grade children a song without having them spoiling the surprise to their teacher who they see everyday?
The challenge: How do we teach these first grade children a song without having them spoiling the surprise to their teacher who they see everyday?
The answer:
Tell the parents to take care of it.
The parents,
using whatever excuse, taught their children the song individually. But wait.
Hold on. I’m singing? Uh, I’m a pretty terrible singer. Could I do a monologue
instead? Could I lip sync? Could I auto tune myself? Again, this was a journey
with God. I trusted Him. He wanted me to sing one of Minyoung’s favorite songs,
“Marry You” by Bruno Mars.
After
rehearsing with my camera people, the parents, and the children, it’s show
time. I’m waiting behind the curtain for my future wife. One of the parents
asked me how I was so calm, and I knew it was because I felt God’s blessing and
He was going to make sure that--- Shhhhh… I hear foot steps. Melissa is
bringing her in. The music plays, the curtains open, and I’m off.
I forget
about my inept singing voice, I forget about the children making their marks, I
forget about how I’m going to move. All I do is look at her. She’s all I needed
to make this work. I bring her up, get down on my knee. I’m choking up. I want
to say this quickly, but nothing is coming out. Then, like a runner giving it
all in the last leg of the race, I ask, “Will you marry me?”
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