I was surprised by how deeply moved she was when I gave her holy communion. Leah was living under house arrest for stealing a car. Or as she put it, “Taking a trip to the store.”
Her mom asked that I pick up Leah’s medication for her, since she didn’t have a car, and Leah lived way out on the outskirts of the city, where rent was cheap, and where the buses didn’t run.
I met with her each week for about six months. When we visited we talked about what she wanted out of life. Surely, dabbling in drugs and taking cars without asking hadn’t been her childhood dream.
“I think I want to be a hairstylist,” she said looking in the mirror, primping her hair. “I think I’d be really good at it.”
One day, as I was leaving one of our visits, she hesitated, and then asked...(the whole thing here)