By Jimmy Meeks
Back on midnight shift. There's just something about the graveyard shift I really enjoy. The cool air, the starry night. A hot cup of coffee from Quik Trip. I like it all...
While crusing along I saw a female subject on the side of the road. As she walked I couldn't help but notice how she looked: tired, frustrated, worn out. I pulled up beside her and struck upa conversation.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
Tears flowed freely. She was as I had suspected, exhausted and frustrated.
"I just got of jail and I been walking all day. I'm trying to get to my apartment," she mumbled thorough her tears.
After telling me where she lived I told her to hop in my police car and I'd carry her the rest of the way. As she got in, she told of how she had been begging God to send someone along to give her a ride the last few miles.
We headed toward her place and that's when she told her story.
"I spent the last week in jail for theft. I can't believe I did it. I stole something from Walgreens. I'm a church-goer. I'm so ashamed. I want to go back to the store and ask them to forgive me."She uttered these words as we drove by Walgreens.
"You go to church,? I asked. "Yes," she responded, and told me where.
She was still crying, utterly exhausted from the past week. I asked if she ahd a husband and she spoke of how he, too, had been in jail - and still was. She talked about her two children.
"I'm 30 years old," she said. I couldn't help but think of my oldest daughter, Cara, who is also 30 years old.
She continued to cry, utterly exhausted and covered with shame over over the events of the past week.