Almost without exception, the Young Offenders we worked with at Camp Colonial in Hedley came from fractured, dysfunctional homes. Untrusting, minimally acquainted with the truth, devious, suspicious of almost everyone, they had gravitated to criminal activity. In spite of the negatives that had crept into their lives, most were eminently likeable. Curt, a skinny16 year old youth from Kamloops was all the above, but he really wasn’t easy to like. An aura of deep disgruntlement pervaded the space around him. His moods were erratic and people felt uneasy in his presence. Possibly he suffered from an undiagnosed mental illness. Because he had come with a reputation for being unpredictable and at times violent, an experienced staff was assigned to work with him exclusively.

In the midst of the current angry protests against police violence and calls for defunding, I was reminded of an incident involving Curt. His mother had arrived by Greyhound to visit him on a warm June day. Larry, his worker noted a good deal of agitated whispering and an underlying friction simmering between them. It was evident she too was not mentally and emotionally stable. At the end of the day, as she was about to board the bus to leave, she French kissed Curt. He seemed to accept this as part of their usual routine.

We had learned to expect that a visit from a parent could easily cause a kid to become distraught at being left behind. That evening I was Duty Officer and at about 8 pm I received an urgent call from Larry on my two way radio. “Curt has become totally unhinged,” Larry said. “He’s in the program office and has locked the door. There are crashing sounds. He’s trashing the place.”

I arrived at the site within minutes and attempted to make voice contact with Curt. He was shouting obscenities at the world and smashing furniture. Apparently he had withdrawn into some dark inner space that shut out my attempts to communicate. Suddenly he burst from the office, leaving the door hanging from its top hinge. In his haste he nearly knocked me down. Running frantically, he made his way to the highway skirting our community. Stopping in the middle of the highway, he began walking furiously along the white centre line, quite oblivious of the traffic speeding by him.

On my 2 way handset I instructed Larry to request help from the RCMP. I called on a worker to follow him at a distance and another to be ahead, signaling drivers to slow down. Cautiously I approached Curt and began walking beside him, speaking quietly. He was in his own world and seemed unaware of my presence. Fortunately drivers understood something unusual and potentially life threatening was at play. They didn’t honk horns or shout complaints. I thought of pushing Curt physically off the highway but feared in his irrational state he might pull us both into the path of a vehicle. I was waiting for his energy to dissipate and for the police to arrive.

After several miles, Curt left the highway and entered a small cafe that was popular with truckers. At the same time a single Mountie in a police cruiser arrived. I hurriedly explained the situation and he entered the cafe. I felt my presence might be a distraction so I waited outside with several workers. After a few minutes the Mountie, a well built man of about 35, emerged and we watched as he unloaded his side arm. “I’m not taking any chances there,” he said, as much to himself as to us. His tone suggested an understanding of Curt’s mental state.

He left the cafe door open and we heard Curt’s shrill voice and the officer’s calm responses. After about an hour Curt’s anger had run its course. When they emerged, he was handcuffed and meekly entered the back door of the cruiser. “We’ll look after Curt overnight,” the Mountie said. “You can pick him up in the morning.” I thanked the big man for his patience. By remaining calm he had given us another opportunity to win Curt’s trust and discover it was possible to like him.

I’m aware that our society has become vastly more complex over the years. Even so, this Mountie’s patience and willingness to dialogue suggests that with a constructive emphasis in training, more marginalized people might respect, not fear the police. Defunding seems an ineffective, knee jerk response.

Just before lunch last Tuesday I received a phone call that instantly captured my attention. “Hello,” a pleasant voice said. “My name is Donald Patterson. I’m with Publishers Clearing House. The purpose of my call is to inform you that because you shop at Walmart and Save on Foods, and pay off your credit card monthly, you’ve been selected for one of 4 prizes we give out annually. The prize consists of three million dollars and a brand new Mercedes.”

I was reminded of the saying, “If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.” Even so, I couldn’t cavalierly blow him off. I’ve long believed it’s important to consider opportunities. Also, there are exceptions to some rules. Maybe this was such a case. Donald’s cheery personality did invite my curiosity.

Skeptical, but also wanting it to be true, I asked, “What do I need to do to receive the money?”
He had anticipated the question. “Not a thing,” he said breezily. “I have a certified cheque on my desk, made out to you. Our office is in Vancouver.” He gave me the address, then said,” I can bring the cheque to you today. Does that suit you, or is another day better?”

I knew scammers sometimes use the name of a reputable, well known company or government agency to establish credibility. Still, a little voice somewhere in the recesses of my brain whispered, “Don’t judge too quickly. What if this is one of those exceptions to the rule? Surely there can be no harm in agreeing to have him come out with a cheque for three million. If the cheque really is certified, you’ll be rich. Let’s see where this goes.”

I didn’t want to be lulled into making a bad decision, but what was the harm in letting him come? At the moment, it didn’t occur to me these thoughts were almost certainly coming from sheer greed, not sound reasoning.

“So, you’re willing to bring me a cheque for three million and I’ll also get a Mercedes?” I asked, then added, “and I don’t have to do anything?”

“That’s correct,” he replied. “Just give me your e-mail address and I’ll send you a confirmation.

Linda had been listening intently to my side of this conversation. She’s more dubious about this type of offer and would have terminated the call immediately. Concerned I’d be duped, she opened her lap top and began sleuthing on the internet.

“All you want is my email address?” I asked. “Yes, yes,” he assured me. “All you need to do is go to the Bank of Montreal and deposit $500 to register your prize. Place the money into the account of Revenue of Canada.” Another recognizable name, but I noted he didn’t have it quite right. Still, if he brought a certified cheque, how could I possibly lose?

We had talked for about ten minutes, but Donald still seemed ok with my dilly dallying. He was like a veteran hunter patiently stalking a deer. “What colour do you want the Mercedes to be?” he asked. “Sky blue,” I said. He chuckled, likely believing I was warming to his magnanimous offer. By now I had decided though this was indeed a scam. I simply wanted to know what further gimmicks he would employ.

Linda now stepped away from her computer and stood very close to me waving her arms in consternation, much like a traffic cop wanting to stop a reckless driver. She feared I would unknowingly provide Donald with personal information he could use for identity theft or some other nefarious purpose. Not wanting to upset her, I said to my new pal, “Donald, my wife is even more skeptical than me. I’ll have to discontinue this conversation.” I’m sure he had been at this juncture many times. “I’m sorry you don’t want the 3 million and the Mercedes, Mr. Martens,” he said. “Good bye.”

Successful scammers understand they’ll lose the majority of these verbal duels. They also know that greed tends to cloud our decision making and by patiently persevering day after day, they will find unsuspecting, vulnerable individuals hoping for the big win. Donald Patterson, by the way, wasn’t in Vancouver as he wanted me to believe. Linda’s sleuthing uncovered the fact he was calling from Jamaica. Apparently that age old rule still holds. “If it’s too good to be true, it is.”

I learned that Revelation was written by John, a disciple of Jesus and a leader in the early Christian church. The citizens of Rome at that time worshipped a variety of gods and the emperor Domitian claimed divine status. Roman authorities didn’t approve of John’s monotheistic teaching. They banished him to the penal colony on the inhospitable island of Patmos. Banishment of enemies and potential rivals was a common practise by emperors. Even the highly acclaimed stoic senator, Seneca was banished for a time, albeit to Corsica, a much less dreary setting. It was on Patmos that John wrote the remarkable book that makes Daphne anxious and even now at times attracts media attention. Current developments on our planet are prompting more people to take note of visions John recorded concerning future events.

At this time when health authorities across the globe are desperately calling for the development of a vaccine against COVID-19, technology already makes it possible to use smartphones to trace the spread of the virus. Apple and Google have recently released such a system to 23 countries. It does not record names or addresses but a concern exists that the technology will be used by others for more nefarious purposes. China’s system sucks up a variety of information, including citizen’s identity, location, online payments, and more. Other governments are already requesting expanded surveillance capability. Daphne fears that by using mass surveillance technology, authorities will be able to extensively track her decisions and activities. Her pulse would really leap into overdrive if she knew what Bill Gates is planning.

This is where the thinking of the Microsoft founder and the Biblical prophet come into alignment. Gates and a number of billionaire partners have founded ID 2020. According to spokesperson Peggy Johnson, the purpose is to provide every individual on the planet with “a trusted, verifiable way to prove who they are, both in the physical world and online. For the approximately one billion individuals who cannot currently prove their identity, this will certainly be a huge advantage.”

How this will all unfold is somewhat murky for me. I do know though that Gates has gone on record saying that our lives will not get back to normal until we have the ability to vaccinate the entire global population against COVID-19. To this end he is pushing hard for disease surveillance and a vaccine tracking system that might involve embedding vaccination records in our bodies. He has said that societal and financial normalcy may never return to those who refuse vaccination. The vaccination system Gates envisions might ultimately be required to go about our day to day life and business. Without this “digital immunity proof”, we may not even be allowed to travel locally or enter some public buildings.

Has Bill Gates been reading John’s “Revelation”? Writing about what has sometimes been referred to as the “End Times”, John describes a powerful, miracle working beast which sides with Satan. This beast, he writes, in Revelation chapter 13, “causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their forehead, and that no one may buy or sell, except one who has the mark or the name of the beast. His number is 666.”

Other than conspiracy theorists, most of us will welcome a vaccine when it is developed. If it includes an implanted digital immunity proof tracking technology, we may well have second thoughts. More concerning though is that some governments will utilize the technology to further control their citizens. COVID-19 has already changed our lives. Undoubtedly there is more to come. We need to be vigilant.