“Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who will get you where you want to go, no one else.” – Les Brown
"I'm not gonna say I've never tasted alcohol," Joe said, and then looked at my face to see my reaction. "Dad even gave me a sip of his beer before. But to take a bottle of it to school is a little bizarre to me."
Joe almost never talked to me, and I couldn't remember the last time he was in my room, except to use my sink. I was almost as shocked at his desire to discuss Jessa's current issue as I was at Jessa.
But then again, this was just another day in the life of Jessa. At least once a week, "something" happened that landed her in trouble with more people than just mom.
"I wish she would... talk to me... I feel like there's something that happened and she just can't overcome it," I said. "But until she chooses to let someone in, I'll keep praying for her."
"Like that does much - she could care less that you pray," Joe said.
"Maybe you're right, but I'm praying to God, not just air. And God cares just as much about Jessa as He does about you and me. Maybe praying does more for keeping my heart in tune with the things I can do and say, than it effects Jessa directly, but sometimes she is given awfully big chances to turn around... like the accident." I paused, thinking about the crash last year, which was one of the many reasons Jessa hadn't graduated.
Joe shrugged. "I know you care, Jaimie. Just don't waste your time on her problems that you need for school and stuff." He walked out, looking back a second. "If any of us make something of ourselves, it will be you."
I felt confused about that last part. I sighed, and started to turn back to my homework. Then I decided to write Jessa "an invitation," like when we were really small. It was for 10pm, and would involve candy and sodas, if I could find soda in this house. I slipped the note under her door, and went back to my room.
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