In 1972, the 18 year old son of an elder in an adjoining small, rural congregation fell in love with a petite 35 year mother of five sons. Despite his father's objections, the young man married the sister, becoming a step-father to her sons, the eldest being just a year his junior.
Mature beyond his years, the young man became a real father to the boys, weathering several behavioral problems and one severe psychiatric one. The couple still appears to be happy and the kids have grown and moved on.
In 1965 a flighty redhead from the Texas with a high school knowledge of Spanish, attended an assembly in Mexico. She was smitten by a suave brother, who had served at Bethel for 15 years and now was in business. They were married and moved to the states. Brother H. had an aristocratic bearing, genteel and mannerly, and by all accounts was extraordinarily eloquent in Spanish, but spoke broken English.(Brother H. and I once witnessed in an area on South Padre Island populated by the ultra-rich from Mexico-homes beyond belief. Householders recognized his breeding and class, the response being overwhelming) Sister H. never missed an opportunity to publicly correct her husband's English pronunciation and belittle him. The marriage ended after 5 years.
What do these two experiences prove? Nothing. Except the obvious narrow field most of us have chosen our mates from, choices not based on compatibility, similar career interests or talents, but the mere fact we are breathing, marriagable JW's.
TMS