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XXVIII.
I confess so I can heal.
If I deny, I remain sick.
His name was Conley and he had a bad influence on me.
Aw, hogwash. Actually, Conley was successful in finding the bad influence in me.
Ironically, we sang gospel music together–and discovered that when Amazing Grace stopped having such a “sweet sound,” we were quick to rediscover the “wretch” in each of us.
Conley was not an evil person; he was mischievous, comical and deceitful.
So one day when I was driving my old van and entering a thoroughfare, we were joking around–me in the driver’s seat and him lying on a beat-up couch we had inserted into the vehicle. Suddenly there was a huge bump.
Apparently in my oblivion, I ran into a car which was driving in the first lane, which I was trying to enter. I pulled over and so did the car.
Conley grabbed me by the shoulder and said, “Let me do all the talking.”
Seemed good to me.
So Conley got out and began to complain to the driver, whose car we had struck, saying that the poor hapless fellow had changed lanes into us, striking us, and therefore, it was his fault.
I had no idea how Conley could possibly know this, considering that he was lying down in the back of the van, which had no windows on the driver’s side. It did not even occur to me that Conley was making up the story line as he went along.
The police arrived and issued me a citation for changing lanes without safety. I was prepared to pay my ticket and let that be the end of it.
But Conley got a twinkle in his eye, said we should go to court, that he would testify on my behalf and that we would beat the ticket.
So we did.
I didn’t go along with the plan because Conley overwhelmed me with his personality. I was just as much a jerk as he was. I was just wrapped up in a thicker covering of self-righteousness.
So we went to court and Conley testified that he saw the gentleman change lanes into us, therefore creating the accident. Even though the other driver had given a report to the contrary, the judge believed Conley.
My citation was dismissed and we both left the courtroom feeling we beat the system.
So because I was not convicted of the citation, the driver was not able to retrieve his repairs from my insurance company.
I didn’t even feel bad about it.
At that point in my life I had this idea that if you were ingenious enough to lie, then it was the system’s fault for being so stupid.
I wish I could tell you that Conley saw the light and became a more industrious person. Actually, the last time I saw him, he split town, leaving behind a trail of seven bad checks he had written in my community.
I do not blame Conley for my actions.
As I sit here today, I wonder how much “horrible Houdini” is still left in me–prompting me to escape my responsibility, congratulating myself.
I pray that’s dead.
But I want to thank you for allowing me another chance to confess it … and drive a stake through the heart of that demon.
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