Greeley Endodontics - February 2019


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As millions of people scour the busy stores for gifts to shower their sweethearts with on Valentine’s Day, I decided I’d like to take this month to share the amazing (albeit slightly unbelievable) story of how I proposed to my beautiful wife, Liz. When most people imagine a marriage proposal, they might think of a romantic setting with perfect lighting, a couple staring longingly into each other’s eyes, and a strapping young man down on one knee asking the love of his life the most important question she will ever hear. My story goes just like that... well, kind of. 26 years ago, I took a semester off of school at Colorado State to prepare for the Dental Admissions Test (DAT). Initially, my plan was simple: meet a lot of girls, do a lot of skiing, and take the test at the end of it all. Looking back, I can say that I did do a lot of skiing, I did take the test, and I did meet one girl — the girl. “I WANTED MY PROPOSAL TO STAND OUT AND BE A MOMENT WE COULD ALWAYS REFLECT ON FONDLY, SO I CAME UP WITH (WHAT I THOUGHT WAS) A FOOLPROOF PLAN.”

to go skiing instead. One day, my buddy and I decided to hit the slopes at Grand Targhee in Southern Idaho. After a great day of skiing, we were driving back when we came upon this long patch of roadway covered with several feet of snow and nothing but potato fields lining the horizon. Suddenly, I lost control of the car and started fishtailing. If you’ve ever been in a near accident, then you know the feeling when time slows down. For me, I felt like I was spinning for at least a couple minutes, and in that time, I fearfully watched my life flash before eyes. The only thought I remember having was, “I can’t die surrounded by potatoes!” Once the car finally halted, I took a deep breath and told my friend, “I gotta get back there and meet that girl.” Four months later, I decided I was going to ask that very same girl to be my wife. I know four months isn’t a long time to get to know someone, but what can I say is when you know, you know. I still remember calling up my mom after our first couple of dates and telling her, “Mom, she’s the one.” I wanted my proposal to stand out and be a moment we could always reflect on fondly, so I came up with (what I thought was) a foolproof plan. I went to a costume shop, spent hundreds of dollars on a gorilla outfit, asked my buddy to dress as an animal trainer, had my poet friend write up a romantic poem, and finally, I got a ring.

It was the end of the semester, so Liz and her roommates were having a big get-together when they heard the buzz of their doorbell. My Steve-Irwin-dressed animal trainer said, “I have a special message for Elizabeth Hunt.” As she timidly approached the doorway, she came face to face with none other than a Scott-sized gorilla. My animal trainer said, “Liz, Bobo here has a gift for you.” So I turned down the hallway, knuckle-walked down to my pile of gifts, and returned with a single rose. “Bobo has another gift for you.” Still in character, I brought her a box of chocolates. “Bobo has one final gift for you.” I handed her a small box. As she opened the box to peer inside, I ripped off my gorilla mask, ready to declare my deepest feelings to the love of my life through groundbreaking poetry. Unfortunately, after staggering around as Bobo, I was out of breath and the once eloquent poem came out as, “I want to swing on a vine with you. Will you be mine?” Luckily for me, Liz saw through the mumbling, hairy, and panting gorilla knelt before her and simply said, “yes.”

– Dr. Scott Lowry

Liz’s roommate had been trying to set us up on a blind date, but as young college guys have the tendency to do, I kept blowing her off

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