A neighbor clued me into the fact that there’s a registered sex offender living on our street. He moved here, sometime in the fall, into a smaller house on the edge of the subdivision.
I went online to the Sex Offender Registry to find out what he’d done, what he looked like and his exact street address. The information about his crimes was complete. There were two photos of him, one taken years ago and one more recent photo. Then Z-D & I drove up and down the street until we located his house.
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I have mixed feeling about this development. On the one hand, he has served his time and is doing exactly what the law requires him to do by registering. Perhaps there’s been some therapy along the way? He might be contrite, reformed.
But on the other hand I’m judgmental enough to not trust a 30-something, college-educated male who solicited minors online and got caught by the police when he showed up for the meeting. There’s something morally wrong with this scenario that I’m not sure I can overlook.
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Thinking about it all, my negative attitude might be a bigger indictment of my inability to forgive than it is an accusation against him. Clearly, I haven’t yet figured out how to process this information, as this is the first time, to my knowledge, that I’ve lived near a registered sex offender.
I’ll let you know if/when I shift into a more forgiving point-of-view, but in the mean time, I think that I’ll just keep my distance from that end of the street. There are plenty of other directions I can walk around here. No need to tempt fate with an accidental meeting.