Thrown Out of the Car

–I’m still not quite sure if there is a WHY this happened to me. With everything that has taken place after my dad’s death, I really don’t ask WHY? I simply move around the event that’s taken place. See it from all angles. Try to figure out what there is for me to learn, to share, to mourn, to polish. What is God trying to tell me?

I was driving home a few weeks ago, and I put my blinker on to turn at the light that leads to my street. I looked in my rear view mirror and noticed a car driving erratically. My heart jumped. I thought they were going to hit me by the way they were speeding up and slamming on their brakes and swerving side to side. I abruptly pulled in to a convenience store and they sped around me. Still looking at the car, I saw a young girl thrusting her upper body out the window and yelling “HELP ME!!!!”. They stopped the car 100 feet in front of me. They opened the door and violently PUSHED.THE.GIRL.OUT.OF.THE.CAR! She had no shoes on, an over-sized shirt, and long shorts that were half off her bottom. She was on the floor crying. In a panic, I rushed out of my car, ran over to the girl. The other car sped off and the guy yelled “she’s a fuc-ing whore!”

I asked if she was hurt. She was checking her arms and legs, saying they had beat her up. I told her to walk with me. That I was there to help her. I grabbed her arm and pulled her up. I looked around. No one seemed to have noticed this was happening. It was 1 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon! We sat on the sidewalk, in the shade. I asked her name. Taryn, she said. I put my hand on her back to comfort her. I could feel her sweat on the palm of my hand. I could smell a damp, heavy odor, a combination of onions and that of a dirty dog. Her long blonde hair was up, and greasy. Her nails dirty. Tatoos on her forearms. Scars from the cutting she must have done in her times of pain.

Do you have kids? I asked.

Yea, three.

How old are they?

4, 3, and 1.

Ok, think about them right now. Calm yourself down. You are safe. Do you think those guys can come back and hurt us?

No, they won’t. 

Who are they?

I don’t know. I just sorta knew one of them. 

Why were you in the car with them?

They wanted me to get high with them and give them blowjobs. I dunno!

Are you on anything right now?

No, man, I’ve been clean for 3 years.

How old are you?

23.

(She didn’t look older than 18!)

Where are your kids?

With their dad in Florida.

You’re not together?

No.

So why are you in Houston?

I came for a job.

What kind of job?

A sales job. But it didn’t work out.

What are you gonna do now?

They took my money man! They f-cking took my money! (She reached in her bra and took out some money, counting it.)

How much?

I only have $70. They took like $100. This is all I have. Shit.

Where do you live?

I’m staying at Motel 6 off Hwy 6.

Who are you staying with?

Some friends. Can you take me there. I need to charge my phone. I need to go.

Will these guys be there to hurt you?

No. No!

Do you believe in God, Taryn?

Yea. 

I really don’t think God wants this for you. You are his daughter. You are made for greatness. I want to help you. How can I help you?

Just take me to my hotel.

Hesitant, looking at her, I said “ok”.

We walked to my car and I opened the passenger’s door to clear some stuff off the front seat. As I did that, I turned my back to Taryn and the thought that she could hurt me entered my mind. I turned around to face her and said:

Please don’t hurt me. I’m trying to help you.

No. I won’t. Of course not. Just take me to the hotel. 

I looked at her for another second to measure the moment and I knew she had no weapon. If she was going to hurt me, it would be a mano-a-mano fight and I could beat her. 

Into the car we went. Heart pounding. With the doors closed, her scent became more intense. I cracked my window and cranked up the AC.

In the car I said I was going to pray outloud. I said something like this:

“Dear Lord please guide Taryn. Be with her. Remind her she is your daughter. May she feel your love. Help her be with the right people. Remove those who are not good for her. Help her turn her life around by granting her strength and the knowledge that you are with her. We pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.”

Then I got the idea that I could take her to my church. I offered that to her and she looked at me for a few long seconds that connected us as if we were friends, talking to each other about our problems. It could’ve been me in her position if I had made wrong choices. I saw her eyes wanting to say YES, TAKE ME TO YOUR CHURCH. HELP ME!

But she looked away and repeated once more:

Just take me to my hotel.

I desperately wanted to help her. In no way did I think of calling the police or taking her to a hospital. I did as she asked. Naively thinking she had friends at the hotel who were good people. 

We drove up to the motel parking lot and Taryn said:

There! Right there!

What? What is it?

For a second I thought it was the guys who pushed her out of the car.

That’s my friends right there.

There was an old Ford Explorer in the middle of the lot. The door was open. I drove up slowly. Examined the car. Saw another young girl in the front seat, about 20 years-old, and a little girl in the back seat. I pulled up, opened my window. Looked at the guy. Skinny, a grill in his mouth, pants hanging from his hips. Taryn hopped out of my car without a word. Ran close to the guy, saying they’d beat her up, she showed him the bruises. He didn’t hug her, and barely asked her a thing.

I said: Are you going to help her? Please take care of her.

He said: She came back to me didn’t she? He said this stepping back, pointing at himself with both hands.

And it dawned on me. He’s a pimp. Dear Lord. What!? A pimp. He is!! And I drove her back to that! How can this be. My heart sank. Helpless, I drove off. Crying, I called my husband. Fact is, if she had been on the side of the road, I would have NEVER picked her up. But I saw her being pushed out of the car! I HAD to help!

Thank you to my Bible Study group who listened to my story and gave me great insight. You know who you are, and I truly appreciate your words of love and wisdom. Only God knows why things happen, but if my words helped her in any way, I give thanks. I pray for Taryn and think about her daily. Please be vigilant, lend a hand when you can. Share God’s love.

“One is enough; you will go back to earth ,and there you will suffer much, but not for long;you will accomplish My will and My desires, and a faithful servant of Mine will help you do this. Now rest your head on My bosom, on My heart ,and draw from it strength and power for these sufferings because you will find neither relief nor help nor comfort anywhere else. Know that you will have much, much to suffer, but don’t let this frighten you; I am with you.”- St. Faustina

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