The Prodigal One

A little over two years ago I boarded a bus heading back home from a prison in South Dakota. Before being released, I was going to have to spend some time in a local halfway house. My wife Julie asked if there was anything I needed for my stay at the halfway house. I asked for the basic necessities. I also asked for some mouthwash. After spending a day on a bus I knew my mouth would feel like the inside of an old gym shoe. It would be refreshing to be able to rinse my mouth and also benefit anyone I came in contact with. The bus arrived late, …..