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Friday, February 1, 2013


I just had the wildest ride! I was sitting here minding my own business when I heard a vehicle in the driveway. I go to the door and see a Honda SUV and it's making some noise and smoking. The girl yells and asks if she can park it smack in the middle of my driveway. I should have known right then something was wrong.

I told her she couldn't block me in and to roll it into the driveway further and so she did. She shut it off, got out, popped the hood, and steam rolled. I told her she was overheated. She asked for cables and I said, "why, won't it start again?"She said, "nope, if I shut it off it never starts again." Now, I've seen vehicles that are all to hell but it really seemed she shouldn't be on the road in this one. I look under the hood and the housing for the oil dip stick is just a gaping hole and there's oil blown all over the motor housing. I thought, 'what could possibly be so important that you'd go this far in a vehicle like this one?' I can think of only one non-emergency situation, drugs. She was pregnant...I was hoping I was wrong.

She goes around and opens the door and out pops a little puppy, scared and thin. She then lights a cigarette, which I gasped at, even though I'm well aware that ladies smoke during pregnancy...ignorant fools!! She makes a phone call with me standing there and then I ask, "do you need a ride on up the mountain to your destination?" She says, "yes please." She puts the puppy back into the broken down vehicle and reassures me she just needs to go up a short distance and then she'll have achieved her goal and can come back down to the puppy. I drive her up to a house with two running vehicles waiting in the driveway, and many people running around. My first impression? Drug house.

True to her word, she is in and out and claiming to have retrieved a memory card for a camera. I'm sure she's lying, but rather has retrieved drugs...likely pills of some kind. We return to my house and I get the jumper cables out, fill her radiator with water, check her oil but have none to put in for her. She begins turning the motor over and water just blasts out from around the radiator cap. I'm yelling for her to, "Wait....wait...wait!!" but she's cranking it to death. She finally stops turning it over long enough to hear me explain that it's out of oil and we shouldn't continue to try running it for fear of it locking up. That's when she says,"my papaw is gonna kill me, he's just gonna kill me." I got the distinct impression she had done something wrong and it wasn't about the car breaking down.

We begin making plans to get her home as I offer to drive her to her house so she can find someone to retrieve the vehicle but I tell her it shouldn't be driven if she can't determine what's wrong with it. She makes another phone call and whoever she's talking to gets her wrath instead of her humility. She finally barks at the person on the other end of the line, "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THEN!!" She establishes that she'll meet that person at the store at the base of the mountain and hangs up. She asks to use my restroom but I felt very unsure of letting her into my house. By this time, I'm sure she's not an honest person and is highly likely to be on drugs of some kind, despite the precious life she's carrying in her womb (and the puppy with her, which is still jumping from front seat to back seat of the broke down vehicle).

We come in and I'm thinking, 'she'll just pee and we'll go.' She was in there for so long that I finally came to the door and asked if she needed me to send in a rescue party. She chuckled from behind the door and said, "sorry honey, I'm pregnant and constipated." It was odd because she flushed the toilet twice. I have nothing in that bathroom to steal except perfumed soap and facial moisturizer so if she was pilfering, she was left disappointed. However, my medicine cabinet door was slid open when I went in behind her later. By now, I'm considering calling the police and having her searched for drugs. I'm also worried that perhaps she was shooting up in my bathroom.

We went out to leave and she got the puppy out of the car and slid him into a pillow case, which I handed her because his little feet were muddy. This took her an incredible amount of time. She seemed unable to focus on a task, unable to understand my words, and unable to complete a motion without something sidetracking her. I'm telling her in a rough tone that I have to go (I just wanted rid of her) and get back to my life. It's odd because she felt no indignation at being dismissed by someone nor was she in any way feeling urgency to get out of my life.

I drove her to the store to meet the person she called and they arrived as I did...good! I said my goodbyes, reminded her that my landlord would have the vehicle towed if it was left more than 24 hours on my property and she exited the vehicle with a sideways, "thanks for your help."

I made a bee line for my house and within minutes, she was again knocking on my door! "Can I use your cables again?" I got my jacket and keys and out the door with a sigh I went. I came outside to find an old lady, her hair flying all over the place and a gravely angry voice, yelling at the young lady about pills. She was yelling back, "Shut up mamma " the mother was yelling, "No! I will not shut up, Mariah!" The two were bickering incessantly while hooking the jumper cables from the mother's car to the broke down vehicle, which now had a kindly old gentlemen just sitting in it waiting patiently for the women to do the work. I wondered if he was hen pecked by this abrasive old woman, who took authority over both vehicles as well as both people.

The vehicle roared to life and the old woman started shouting orders, "I'll follow you Don because it's probably gonna break down....Mariah, get in the car and don't touch mine....if you tear my car up...you don't know what you're doing, don't touch those cables or you'll mess up my computer chip..." yackety yack and blahblahblah. I could only think of the unborn child which soon would be born into that family.  

I warned the mother that the vehicle was dry of oil but she wasn't concerned. She turned to me and said, "thanks for your help...she has no driver's license and stole this car out of our driveway knowing it wouldn't go far." I knew immediately that I had taken her to a drug house, for pills most likely.

This whirlwind of a story ends with them leaving in the vehicle as I and my new wolf dog friend (who showed up during the commotion and stayed faithfully at my side) watched them go (with a sigh of relief). I thought of the girl's mother yelling mercilessly at her and thought that her childhood must have been hell with that woman. I said a silent prayer for the baby she's carrying. The child will likely be born with drugs in his/her system and will be just another statistic. 

I did what I could for this young lady but for every second that passed with her in my presence, my level of disgust rose. I was disgusted by her smoking while pregnant, stealing that car from an old man, putting her mother through the hell she was going through, obviously doing drugs while pregnant, and just generally adding to this world's problems.

May we each be a part of the solutions and not a part of the problems! 


  1. As my mother would say,
    "It's a good thing we cannot see all the wrongdoings in the world, because we would not be able to handle it."

    Poor helpless babies in the womb, children, and animals, are the most helpless and the most abused. It's sad what we as humanity have come to.

    If the Lord doesn't think it, I do..."I regret sometimes that God made us."
    For if He hadn't made us, then all the abused helpless would never have been. would never have been to be abused.

    Although at the same time I am grateful I get to be showered in God's love.
    And remember that one day when we've cried out to God for JUSTICE long enough, JUSTICE will be done. Wrong will be avenged.

    This pregnant woman is damaged from this world and knows no different than to continue the cycle.
    Without JESUS the cycle will continue.

    1. I regret all the time that God made us. I guess those are the times I cling to the hope that ultimately, He's in control and I can lean on that and trust in Him entirely. We can never know what the future holds. I've seen many a baby born to women like her and it change them for the better, but sadly the opposite applies as well and the child falls into neglect. My hope is that my silent prayers will actually carry into the child's life. I trust that it's another life in God's hands. If it makes us sad, imagine how it makes Him feel. She did say one thing that was extremely encouraging! When she came out of that house I took her to up the road, she jumped in the car and said, "I don't like that place and I don't think I'm coming back here....whew..thank you Jesus! I told her I didn't know the folks but I was wondering why it would be a bad place to her if all they were giving out were memory cards for cameras. Drugs is more like it and most drug houses are a form of hell on earth. That place was a ramshackle mud mound with people running back and forth from a wore down mobile home to a smaller out building or parked camper trailer. A sure sign of a drug house. I should call my local sheriff and have that looked at but sadly, a deputy lives right next door. Either he doesn't want to deal with it or he doesn't care.

  2. Thanks for sharing this story Kelline, it was a great read, I enjoyed every bit of it, I felt like I was there. What a day you had, you was very kind to her, most people would have just let her sit there in the smokey car, and your knowledge about cars is impressive, I would have had no clue what to do, but I would have tried to help her the best could. I would have been skeptical about letting her inside too. Sadly a lot of young mothers just don't care about their baby, they will smoke, drink, party do all kind of crazy stuff even though pregnant. I hope God helps that girl to get off of drugs. Great post, I enjoyed it. Also I pray that girl starts showing respect for her mother because she sounds like she doesn't have much respect for her mother.

    1. Hi Sateigdra,

      Thanks for complimenting the post so much. I know it deviates from my usual deep thinking but it was quite an event. I left a lot of things out like her asking me if I had anything to drink and when I said "just water" she scoffed at me like I was some loser. I asked if she would like a glass of water and she snapped, "Yes!" No 'please' or nothing. I fixed her the glass, she swiped it briskly from my hand, took one sip and thrust the glass back at me so abruptly while walking off at the same time that the water sloshed out of the glass and all over the floor. It was things like that which made me leery of her and sure that she had no respect for anyone and if I continued to be benevolent, she would use me or worse, come back seeking her needs met. I'm worried to this day that she's going to return to that house above me for whatever she got that day and in so doing, will come here.

      I don't want to mistreat her but I won't be walked over by a drug addict. God gave me the boldness to be a victor and not a victim and I intend on using that strength in my own defense and using it fully. That's why I asked her if she needed a rescue party while in my bathroom. I had the feeling she was snooping and I just won't have it.

      Anyway, sorry to carry on about it. I just thought I'd share the events. Something different for you guys to read. Something real in life.

      Thank you for coming by Sateigdra and as always, you're so encouraging to me.

    2. You don't have to be sorry about going on about it, this story was really interesting, i kept wondering what next lol. If any other exciting thing's happen share it with us, it's ok to step away from your regular writing to share events in your life.

    3. hahaha, it's a good thing you feel that way sister friend because I always seem to have something to "go on" about! Today I had a nervous breakdown over Probability and Statistics (college course) and flung my notebook across the kitchen, which in turn made the binder pop open and all my paper flew everywhere. This is not a good thing because all my notes were in it and I was taking an online timed quiz so needed those notes on my lap for quick reference. It was all because I couldn't operate my calculator. Well, in all fairness, I took the quiz once out of 2 possible chances and failed it after working on the topic for 6 hours so I was already MAD. Then when I tried for the 2nd run, I realized what I had done wrong the first time to make the timer run out on me and that was that I didn't use my calculator to find Qsub1-3 which equates to entering all the data by hand and figuring it out one # at a time (we're talking about up to 50 #s that have to be put in numerical order). Imagine how much help it would have been to use the calculator. Well, I found my notes telling me how to do that but then didn't find where it told me how to clear out the columns in order to put new data in. So while I sat there desperately pushing buttons the ticker was timing out and I was out of chances to take the quiz. I finally got so frustrated because it was such a stupid thing for me to be dealing with that I lost it!!! After spitefully exiting the test, I then collapse face first into the floor and sobbed like a baby! Then, I cleaned up my papers while crying my eyes out and feeling totally defeated and unpatriotic because it's times like this that I hate being an American. Oh if people only knew what our educational system is like.

  3. Wow...what a story! You can't complain of a dull day, that's for sure. Question, did you keep her dog?? Did it end up staying with you?

    Poor girl, what a sad story. Praise The Lord that he can take any story and create beauty out of ashes!!! Living testament to that! Jesus allowed her in your life for a reason, that is for sure. Praying for the safety of the baby and the mama. Must take some serious tragedies in ones life to have come to a place like that.

    1. Hi Drea,

      It's really good to hear from you and see your usual enthusiasm in the Lord.

      Um, no...the puppy went with her. It was skinny by my standards but not filthy and dandered. It was actually quite clean and shiny and he had his tags on. She had been taking care of him but he was still skinny by my standards. I got the feeling that the puppy as well as the baby were to fill a void in her life. She seemed rather clingy to the puppy when he wasn't in the vehicle waiting for her. And he was very anxious to get back to her when she left him in the car with me to get more things from her broken down vehicle. That was the part where she seemed unfocused and unable to complete a task. She'd get in the car so we could go meet her people and then get out again and that's when the puppy would have a fit. So, although I thought he should be fatter, he was clearly tied to her emotionally and I thought that a good thing.

      If anyone understands the importance of motherhood and the value of taking care of oneself during pregnancy, it's a mom like you Drea. I'm glad you read this and have a prayer for them. I probably will never see her again but that's okay, one interaction is all it takes to spark one's emotions and love for that person. I wanted her gone because I've had people like her come into my life. It's like a whirlwind all around you while they scam and steal but she still needed to go and my prayers go with her. And so that's what I gave her.


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