Yes, it was when I was a teen run-away.
The man who picked me up turned out to be the father of a girl who was in the same foster home that I was later sent to. I met her, a month later, when her father brought her to the home to get her things. Imagine the surprised looks on our faces. The night that he picked me up, one month earlier, he never mentioned that he had a daughter who was a run -away teen like me.
