The Driver - page two

Susan sat quietly while she listened to this story. Working intake was always so hard; hearing the stories from these youngsters that were just trying to find their way in the world after so much heartache. This particular story hit home, she had the felt the same loneliness, shyness, self-doubt, and had been an unintentional runaway herself. She had found this mission when it seemed like there was no hope left. She had been afraid that she would end up under the control of the pimp that had been trying to recruit her or dead in some alleyway. Dylan’s Mission had been there and helped her figure out how to be a young adult. She hoped she could help this kid do the same.

The story she heard seemed to be missing some key details. Like where had this kid come from? She had no idea how many miles that old car had been driven, only that the driver wasn’t about to lose it. She didn’t know if there were any extended family she could contact, didn’t know if anyone might be searching for them, didn’t know where to begin. But begin, she must.

She found the driver a cot at one of the mission’s shelters, along with a job interview, and made a promise to move the car to the storage yard behind the main mission building. This driver might be staying here for a little bit but that car would be here when the time came for moving on.