But last week was different. I wrote then about an email from a young woman from an Eastern state who was in dire circumstances. She was addicted and being abused in every way. A virtual prisoner.
Because her email was so filled with pain, a few staff members decided to do something we never do. We bought her a non-refundable bus ticket and did what we could to help her get here. (Normally we don’t provide transportation from out-of-state because in the past addicts have used us for a free ride across the country).
Because most of the Midwest and East was locked down in deep-freeze storms, bus service was sporadic and it took longer than normal for the journey.
However, we received periodic phone calls during her travels. She experienced delays because of the weather. She spent several hours at bus depots during the three day odyssey. Sometimes when we didn't hear from her for a while, we'd wonder if she'd maybe changed her mind.
Last night we took a breath of relief when we got a tearful phone call from the Phoenix bus terminal. She'd arrived safely.
It was drama, but positive drama.
