Proof The Bible Is True

It was time to start my afternoon run on the school bus. I drove up to the elementary school, parked and opened the doors.

 

Usually I enjoyed greeting the kids as they climbed aboard. Today I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead. I’d just come from a difficult family counseling session with my oldest son, Shayn. I felt pulverized. Hopeless. How did we ever get here? I thought. Shayn was intelligent, tall, with a softness around his eyes. He’d been a pleasure to raise, active in the Boy Scouts and church. The two of us were close.

 

Then he discovered alcohol at 17.

 

The kids filed past me onto the bus. One or two said hi. A little girl tossed a scrap of paper into my lap. “This is for you, Connie!” she said.

 

I absentmindedly grabbed the folded paper and looked up just in time to see wisps of long blonde hair disappear down the aisle.

 

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