I got the following email from my Son when I got back to Ohio, and had Computer access again:

Dad,

I think I have hit that place where you were when you decided that Christianity or the Christian's definition of God was not for you. When I was having a child out of wedlock and Christy was accusing mom of cheating on you, only to find out that Christy was doing bad things herself. What awful days those must have been.
Now my children, which I have not had much time with, as adults are now doing what they should not and chasing things which are hurting them and putting them and their children in danger for their lives. This is a tough place to be. I wish I had been more supportive to you back then, but I hope you will remember that I was still a kid myself in many ways. I just wanted to say thank you for not giving up back then. I'm sorry you felt you had to carry that burden by yourself.

Love, Scott

Well, it sounded very conciliatory to me so I called him, but by then he was singing a different tune. The conversation did not turn out well at all with the exception, that this time I did not allow him to cut my soul to ribbons. I tried to calm him, but it really did no good. He seemed mad that I blamed him for throwing me out, which he did, but I also said that it was all forgiven and forgotten, and it is.

During the conversation, my roomate began to get alarmed, and later asked me if I thought that he could be dangerous? She is afraid of him, and afraid of my seeing him. Some of his statements were really loony, and now I am somewhat anxious about it.

He now knows where I live. The latest Bridges chapter could be what happens if things get really crazy.

Not that I am worried, but if anything should happen to me, he works at The Union Homeless Shelter, in Norfolk, Va.

Much peace

Khadijah