And then......

there was the Wednesday after Baptism day. It all started out pretty good. We talked last night and finally got his voice mail to work on his phone. We went over the schedule for today and put it on his calendar. It was a big one. The first day back in the all important group, the one that so much hinges on. Work in the morning, a meeting at 1:45 and group at 4. How would he get there? A good question as CH had always taken him. Well, he said, he could bike, but he didn't know the way. So we mapped it out. He called me around 1 for a refresher on the directions and I cautioned him to allow plenty of time to get there as we both know the group folks don't allow tardiness.

At 4:15 my cell buzzed. I was in session with a client, but I just knew....And after work when I called him back, yes the dreaded news, he had been late and kicked out. But not for the reason I thought, because he got lost, or left too late, or messed around on the way. No, this one is no-fault on him, and it makes me so angry it's unbloggable! Seems someone (have yet to know who) set up a ride. He was told not to bike but to wait for it, and the ride showed up at 4:05! The group leaders don't care....you are late, it's your fault, no excuses, you should have thought about your ride being late earlier....yeah, that's how they think. He's mad. I'm way beyond there. And we are both pretty scared about what's next. The test and now this. Not looking good for life on the outside continuing.....

I can talk all I want about the grace of God supporting him, but until the good sense of humans catches up....I just don't know!