About FELLON’S PRODUCE
When convicted people receive the label of “Felon”, it hangs with them the rest of their lives. It does not seem fair after they have served their court ordered sentence. The court system is satisfied, yet society continues to condemn them.
Society needs to change their view and give these people a second chance. God forgives and forgets, why can’t society?
The “Felon” label becomes a stop sign to almost every facet of the world around them. Meaningful employment becomes difficult, if even possible. Lack of legal employment is documented as the number one reason felons are repeat offenders, which exceeds 50%.
Something needs to be done to improve that.
FELLON’S PRODUCE is such an answer to doing something to improve this despicable statistic. It’s a story of an approach which provides a path for people who have served their time and want a chance to lead a normal productive life.
Intoxicated pampered rich kid, Clifford Beardsley, broadsides a Volkswagen while attempting to elude police during a highspeed chase. This is one scrape his high society mother is unable to fix with the local authorities—Cliff must pay the price.
Walk the path of the wealthy egotistical self-centered Cliff as he matures into a Christian with an unwavering determination to provide opportunities for others and change the status quo.
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Chapter 1: Four Years Fulfilled
Cliff Beardsley sat waiting on his cot with his green visitor shirt in hand, ready to slip it on when summoned to meet the man who’d be with him at tomorrow’s release. Being in prison had been his fault, in fact at fault all his pampered rich life. All he had to do was act like a jerk and Mommy gave him what he wanted. He’d lost track of how many fast cars she bought him, how many arrests she’d bail him out of, how much alcohol he’d consumed, and how many nights he threw things around his room while wishing for attention from his parents. But that was then. He now had a new friend—Jesus Christ, thanks to Chaplain Andrew. The pain of losing both of his parents while he was in prison and never getting a chance to tell them how sorry he was, or worse that they should turn their lives over to Jesus was almost beyond his ability to handle. He’d vowed to make a difference as a free man and that was coming in less than twenty-four hours.
A guard entered pod E and motioned for Cliff to stand. “Put on your visitor shirt and let’s get going.”
Cliff wanted to ask if the visitor was Chaplain Andrew. He’d have to wait. It was not a good idea to talk to a guard.
The guard pushed him toward a gray door bearing “Room A-3”. The guard entered a code on the security box and the door sounded a loud click before swinging open.
Andrew Osterick rose from the chair as Cliff entered.
Cliff wanted to embrace the man who’d led him to Christ, but that’d have to wait until he was freed. Cliff would make sure to see a lot of Andrew, as a friend, a spiritual leader, and a court appointed advocate.
“Cliff, you’ve made it. Tomorrow morning at ten you’ll be free to leave, however still on probation.”
It was a day he’d dreamt of for four long years. He knew one thing for sure he was going to make amends for a lifetime of being a self-centered jerk. His probation officer wouldn’t get any trouble from him. He had doubts how it’d be without Mom or Dad. He still held hope Mom would be found, but four years of no news made him skeptical.
“It’s been a long time, Andrew, and I’m ready to leave. I’m not sure what I’ll find out on the outside, with my parents both gone. I don’t suppose my mother’s remains have shown up.”
“You ask me every time I see you. It’s been four years. I wish your father hadn’t died so we could question him as to where she might be.”
Cliff leaned forward. “So now what?”
“The court, while reviewing the will and all the other legal stuff, concluded she’s legally dead, even though her body has never been discovered.”
Cliff’s dream of her being found faded each time he heard the bad news. She had to be somewhere.
Andrew extended his hand across the table that separated them. “I’ll be here tomorrow to walk you out and drive you to the bank to meet your appointed financial advisor.”
Cliff shook his hand. “I was wondering if we could stop and get a hamburger, fries, and Diet Coke first.”
Andrew chuckled. “Missed the good old American food, huh?”
“You’ve no idea how much.” He smacked his lips as if he could already taste it.
Andrew tilted back in his chair. “You’re in luck. I found a new hamburger joint over on Ashley Lane. They serve the best burgers I’ve ever had. However, I must caution you, I may not be able to be here tomorrow. My aunt is very sick and may not make it through the night.”
“I’m sorry about your aunt.”
“Tell me more about the hamburger joint. Is it a chain?”
Andrew shook his head. “Nope. It’s a mom-and-pop’s operation called K-L’s Hamburger Joint. The lady who takes the orders is the owner.”
“I can taste it already.” Cliff wiped at his lips. “What’s with the bank advisor I have to see?”
“You’re the sole survivor in your family and therefore inherited a large fortune. The county parole board and the bank want to help you get properly started in your new life, so having an advisor’s part of your probation conditions.”
Cliff gestured with his hand in front of his face. “I figured as much, however my new life isn’t with my parents’, or I should say, Mother’s money, it’s serving Jesus Christ. And I’ve you to thank for that. I wish my parents had known him . . . Do you suppose?”
Andrew reached across to Cliff again. “We’ve been over that several times before. There’s no way of knowing if they’re in Heaven until you get there. I feel for your concern, but no matter what you do, you can’t change what already is.”
“I know.” He snuffed and wiped at his face.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I brought some clothes and tennis shoes for you for tomorrow. The guards will give you the stuff you in the morning.”
“Thank you. It’s going to be so great to be free. I know you’ve said ‘no’ before, but do you know where I can find the lady driving the car I hit?”
Andrew lowered his head. “I’m sorry. Why do you want to find her and have her relive past hurts? I’m sure she has gone on with her life.”
“I need to beg forgiveness. I don’t know. I just have a deep need to say I’m sorry. Her first name’s Kayler. I heard an EMT call her that when they loaded her into the rescue vehicle. Do you have any idea where she lives?”
“I just—” He lowered his head to his hands and trembled.
Andrew shot around the table and consoled him. “Cliff, the main thing is she’s alive.”
He looked up. “But how’s she doing? I’m sure she must’ve had life changing bodily damage. I was speeding when I slammed into her car. What kind of life can she have?”