"Bo"
As I was driving home this afternoon, I saw a young man with a backpack strapped on and running down the side of the road. He was trying to catch a city bus but failed. I honked but he did not hear me due to whatever he was listening to through earphones and the gasping of breath as he threw up his arms in disbelief. As I persisted, he pulled out his earpiece and hopped in the car as I motioned for him to get in.
Turns out his name is "Bo." He's from Texas. Nice tatoo down the side of one of his muscular arms. "Just got out" he told me as I drove him to his half-way house. "Lost my wife, my house, just about everything," he said, as sweat poured down the side of his head. "Truth is, a lot of people would rather be where I am than where they are." And he must have said "yes sir" to about everything I asked about him. He's a good looking guy, strong, and just turned thirty.
He said all that has happened was his fault. "It's time to start over," he said, with a sense of reality. He continued, "God has been good to me." As we parted ways, I handed him my card and said "I'm sure glad God is a God of second chances, aren't you?" Bo said, "Yes sir and thank you Jim for the ride."
