Taking the Wrong Path


Taking the Wrong Path

Desperate Times.

This is an example of what can happen when we take a wrong turn in life. It begs the question. 

Are we capable of making the same mistake?

I’ve never done anything like this before but desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ve got two kids to feed and a loving wife Sally who has no idea what’s about to happen. They said all I have to do is carry a parcel from A to B and I’ll get paid ten grand; I’ve never seen that much money in my entire life. Sally will never realise just how much I love her and the kids, that’s why I’m doing this to give them a better life. I wouldn’t blame her if she left me, after all, why would she want a husband who can’t get a job and is now a potential criminal!

Losing Integrity.

I’m a normal loving family man but like many others the recession has taken away my livelihood. The company I worked for went bust, I found it hard to accept and I’ve found myself feeling really down. Sally told me to go to the job centre and sign on; can you imagine a proud man like me who’s never taken a hand out in his life forced into this situation?

As if I didn’t feel bad enough I have to start lying to Sally, she would die of shame if she knew what I was about to do. She keeps asking me what’s wrong, women’s intuition I guess but I can’t bring myself to tell her the truth. How can I when I’m about to break the law, about to risk all that we’ve built up together over the last 20 years. If I break her trust she will never forgive me. But I can’t let myself think of the consequences otherwise I wouldn’t be able to go through with it. I have to keep focused on the job at hand telling myself I have to see it through for her sake.

Keeping the Faith.

Recently I’ve been sitting in the church asking for God’s help, as if he’s going to listen to a big daft lump like me. I’ve got this inner turmoil going on you see, I know what I am about to do is so wrong yet I can’t see another way out. Don’t tell Sally, but these last few days I’ve done a lot of crying I can’t seem to shake off this feeling of foreboding. I’ve been thinking that once I’d completed the job I would put the money in our joint account then run the car off the road, that way Sally would never need to know how I’ve betrayed her and the kids. She’d also get the life insurance if there was an accident, at least this way I’d have provided for my family without her knowing I’ve brought disgrace.

I’m nearly ready, grabbing the steering wheel my knuckles turn white, beads of sweat drip onto my hands as I hold my head close. Then I hear footsteps getting nearer “please God no” I whisper eyes tightly closed. A hand on my arm and a warm familiar voice enters my mind. “Jim, Jimmy it’s me Sally, it’s alright come on love let go of the wheel. It’s ok Jim I know what’s been going on.” She opens the door her hand on mine feels like heaven; perhaps I’m dead, and this is a dream, but this seems the most realistic thing in a long time.

I heave a sigh of relief, it’s like a whole weight has been lifted from my shoulders, and then I realise.

My prayers have been answered.