“I had a vision of him being in a very tight place, unable to escape.”
Some people say you get what you deserve. I don’t necessarily agree with that. Here’s my story.
I live on the outskirts of Boise, Idaho. I have two small children and am the sole supporter of my family. My marriage ended seventeen months ago, and I’m sorry to say Kent, my ex, is in prison.
He’s a bad person, an evil person, and thank God, I don’t think we’ll ever see him again. I hope not, anyway.
Kent had been in and out of trouble since he was a teen, and my folks had warned me that he would never change. I thought I could change him, particularly when we had the children. How wrong I was.
The kids and I were at home one evening waiting for Kent. Dinner was on the table and I was worried about him. He had been out of work for over six months and had shown no inclination to get a job.
He was hanging around with riff-raff, all bad guys, and I knew they were up to no good. The kids were getting hungry and I couldn’t wait any longer. I put the food on the table and we ate. But something in my heart told me life would never be the same.
I called my sister, Jan, and told her that I was certain that something bad had happened to Kent and I didn’t know what to do. I told her I had a vision of him being in a very tight place, unable to escape. She suggested I call the local hospital, but frankly I was too scared to find out. I was frozen with fear.
Then the phone rang. It was from Kent, and at first I cried with relief to hear his voice. Then I realized why he was calling and where he was.
Kent was calling from jail. He and two other men had robbed a convenience store, but as they were doing so, a police car had driven up and the cops were heading for the entrance.
Kent said he and the other two men ran into a back room thinking they could escape out the back door. But there was no rear entrance, and the clerk had slammed the door shut behind them. They were trapped in a small room just as I had visualized.
Just let me forewarn everyone out there: people don’t change. We are who we are. We can make adjustments, certainly, but our character is stamped on us at birth. I learned that the hard way.