Finally...something to blog about

Summer I is over and so is eight hours of ethics each week. I had thought about posting the paper that I wrote in that class on here; it was entitled Counseling Ethics and Illegal Immigrants: Factors for Consideration. I even went so far as to copy and paste it and then save it as a work in progress, but I decided against it at the last minute. Anyway, nothing exciting happening until tonight.

I was driving back from seeing Pirates of the Carribean (it's alright, but a little bit lengthy) and I went to Wendy's to get some supper. It was about 11 p.m. I know, I know...I shouldn't be eating that late. Anyway, I order a #9 chicken nuggets meal and then drive around to pay and pick up my order. I see these two boys pass in front of my truck and stand about 10 feet in front of it on my side. I get the feeling they're going to ask me for money. I have a few minutes to think about this as I wait for my food to be handed to me.

I get my food, pull forward, and they wave me down. They ask me if I can give them a ride home. They say they're brothers. I say, "Really?" because one is African-American and the other is Caucasian. The taller kid says, "step-brothers." They tell me they can just lie in the back of my truck and I can take them where they need to go - which is about 2 miles away. I say that is fine with me, but I would feel a lot better if they got into the cab of the truck (by the way, both of them look to be around 11 or 12).

I ask them if they want something to eat. The shorter, Caucasian boy immediately says yes, and that he would like fries and a Dr. Pepper. I tell them that I am going to park and they can both get something to eat. They tell me the restaurant is closed (just the drive-thru is open). So, I tell them to get on in the truck and we can get them something, and then I will drive them home. The guy in the drive-thru window looked kind of amused because he had just given me my first order. Anyway, I get them their food and then drive them to where they needed to go - a store which they said their house was behind.

On our way to the store, I ask them about where they attend school and what their names are. I ask them what they had been doing. They said they had gone to the dollar movie, and that their mom had forgotten to pick them up. I ask them if they called her, and they said they had but that her phone was off. I asked what they were planning to do. They said they were just going to find a ride with whomever they could. That made me sad.

I pulled up to the store and told them I wouldn't mind driving them to their house. They said they were fine and got out.

My sister says I'm going to die if I keep picking people up. I say those boys probably needed to see that there are some people that care in the world. I'm glad that God put me there tonight to be the person they could ask for a ride. It makes me think that I'm an OK person when I do stuff like that - heaven knows I usually feel completely broken and unusable. It's funny - I could tell you tons of stuff to convince you that I'm a sinner and in Satan's grip. God reminded me tonight that there is still a glimmer of Him in me too. In this drama that I call my life, I pray that God wins.

Thanks for reading.