Free Unstoppable by Nick Vujicic

it!
    That’s what I wanted to say, but my father had instilled in me that real men do not beg. I took Dad’s advice and played it as cool as I could, given my instant infatuation with this enthralling young woman.
    “Okay, that’s fine. Let’s stay in touch,” said Mr. Cool.
    Kanae and Yoshie then left with Tammy and Mark.
    My friends and I were just a few miles down the road when Tammy sent me a text message: “What did you think?”
    “She is one of the most beautiful women of God I’ve ever met, inside and out,” I texted back. “She literally took my breath away!”
    So much for playing it cool.
    This all happened on a Sunday. I flew home to California on Monday, hoping I would hear from Kanae the next day, if not sooner. Maybe I did check my e-mail as soon as the plane landed, and perhaps I kept checking it every ten minutes all day long to see if she’d sent me a message. (Have you seen her? Can you blame me?)
T WITTERPATED
    Isn’t it crazy how our hearts rule our minds and our actions in these situations? You can be fourteen years old or sixty-four years old—your age doesn’t matter. When sparks fly, the reaction is always the same: you can’t focus on anything other than trying to figure out how to be with the person who lit your fuse.
    This love-struck state of mind is captured in the classic Disney movie
Bambi
when a wise old owl explains to Bambi and his woodland friendsthat with the arrival of each spring, young males and females of all species can become “twitterpated.”
    “Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime,” the owl said. “You’re walking along, minding your own business.… All of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face.… You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head’s in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you’re walking on air. And then you know what? You’re knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head.… And that ain’t all. It can happen to anyone.”
    I was
definitely
twitterpated by Kanae. I could not stop thinking about her. The fact that she had not e-mailed me right away was driving me as mad as a cut snake.
Was I wrong? She looked at me like she was feeling the same way. I can’t be wrong. There was something going on between us. Wasn’t there?
    Days passed. Then weeks. No e-mails from Kanae. Neither a peep nor a tweet.
    She seemed to have moved on and forgotten me. I could not think of anything else. I’ve had crushes on women before, but this was beyond that. Her beauty was undeniable, but she seemed to have so much character, such warmth and faith, and then there was her fearless energy. For Yoshie’s twenty-sixth birthday, she and Kanae went skydiving? Skydiving!
    I couldn’t believe that God would place this dynamic woman in my life, strike up such powerful sparks, and then have her disappear. So I asked Him:
Why would You put her in front of me if You didn’t want us to be together? Why would you let me be so distracted from my work for You if there wasn’t something important going on between her and me?
    Then, after another week with no word from Kanae, I had a stern talk with myself:
Nick, you did it again. You made up your mind that this girl feltthe same for you as you did for her, but you were just dreaming. When will you ever learn?
    I was bummed out that Kanae hadn’t contacted me and disappointed in myself for being such a silly mug. I’d turned into a lovesick twelve-year-old just because a pretty, unsuspecting girl had been nice to me.
    Nearly three months went by. I thought of Kanae often, but her lack of communication convinced me that nothing romantic was going to happen with her. My male pride had taken another hit. I had to let it go.
C OMPETITION OF THE H EART
    In July I had another speaking engagement in Dallas. As usual I would be staying with Tammy and Mark, who lived nearby, and I can’t deny that I hoped Kanae would be babysitting then. But I also cautioned