“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.

B. V.
Boise, ID