This is another story about C. After this one, I may move on to another phase not dealing with prisoners.
We tried to help men and women who had been incarcerated to find jobs.
C got a job at Goodwill. I can't remember how long he worked there but he failed to show up for work and we were somehow contacted. This was before the regular use of cell phones so communication was more limited. We didn't know where he was.
That same weekend, my brother Nick was visiting us from out of town. His car had broken down and he needed to take the bus back home on Sunday morning. We lived in San Bernardino, California at the time, a city of about 100,000. I also normally would have been in church at that time.
I took Nick to the bus station. A short distance from my car, I clearly saw C in a car. A lady with hair rollers exited his car - also at the bus station. How unusual was that?
The following Monday, Tom was talking to C. C said he had been stranded all weekend in San Diego with a flat tire. Tom told him that I had positively seen him and his lady friend at the bus station.
Silence. Busted!
I learned to be somewhat of a discerning detective while in the prison ministry - possibly what I call street smart. I also felt that I had some Divine help for this encounter.
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