John was a teenager in the ‘70s, raised in a very religious family. But he was more interested in hot cars and pretty girls. “My faith was very superficial,” he says, “consisting mostly of a strict adherence to the rules except when my parents weren’t looking.”
Shortly after getting his driver’s license, John landed a well-paying job at a local grocery store chain. Soon he talked his dad into letting him buy a motorcycle. “Now, my independence was complete,” John explains. “I earned my own money. I was buying my own vehicle. I felt like an adult.” (And at six feet tall and 250 pounds, he certainly looked like one!)
So one day when John’s mother forbade him from visiting his girlfriend after school, he was immediately rebellious. “I’m going, and nothing you can say or do will change my mind!” he shouted. His mother, stunned, began to cry. John had never defied her. But now her son was storming out the back door. “I’ll be home by ten!” he shouted over his shoulder.
After school, John went to his girlfriend’s house in a nearby town about 30 minutes away. The teens spent the evening together watching television. “I was so wrapped up in her that I paid no attention to the time,” John says. Finally at 9:45, he headed home.
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