We had just finished lunch and I ran to the library by myself cause Jason was home. I was in and out in a flash. As I was opening the door to my van I heard a lady saying "Mam, Mam?"....
I turned around and a semi well dressed lady with a small carry on type bag (not totally unusual for the library when people have a ton of books)asked me for a ride to a home near Franklin and Main St.
There was no ill feeling, and I always trust my gut. Then the thought ran through my head...."Christ would have compassion". I said yes and she hopped in. (I never would have done this if I had my kids)
We had not even pulled out of the turn lane to get onto Cherry before I realized that I may have just jumped feet first into a very scary situation.
She was talking 90 miles an hour. I am not even sure what she was saying. That is when my back and shoulders started to get numb and I knew I was in trouble and I started praying. I asked Heavenly Father to please just get me home to my family.
At some point she said that she was a "National Geographic Undercover Agent". I could not tell if she was just wacky or on something. That question did not linger long because not too long after that she informed me that she had METH in her bag. That's when I could feel the tears well up. I was now white knuckling the steering wheel. All I could think of was getting pulled over and what would I say to the police officer? Would he believe me? I watch COPS. The driver always says they don't know the person, that they were just giving them a ride. BUT IT WAS TRUE.
I tried to be very aware of her movements and I never really felt threatened. But I was making a bail out plan if I felt her getting shifty. She then directed me to a "less desirable" part of Meridian. I was just praying nobody would come out of the house. Was I some sort of a bigger plan? She did not get out of the car. She just kept talking and talking. Not sure what about.
She eventually did get out. I drove away. Almost blasted through a stop sign. Got lost in a neighborhood because I was still numb. Finally got home. To Jason. To my kids. Safe. Christ HAD Compassion. On me.
