Tuesday, September 11, 2012
No one would argue if he was called a nuisance. The name might actually be tame for his behavior. He was loud and limited in social boundaries. "Why did he come to the Coffee Oasis?" I thought. "He drives other kids away," I reasoned. Then last Saturday night I drove him home. "Just down the road," he said. I missed the turn and had to flip the car around. It didn't look like a place people lived. Not even a trailer park. A winding dirt road, scattered with 5th wheels. He lived in the last one. Not a place to invite friend from school, but I'm glad he asked me to drive him home.