Every prodigal has their own story of redemption. This story just happens to take place in a cold and dark movie theater that was probably showing Ben Stiller’s Along Came Polly just the week before. With tears streaming down her lightly freckled cheeks, legs and feet curled up to her chest – a safe distance from the stickiness of a dried cola stained floor – in a hideously colored synthetic-cloth covered seat, Joy Whitlock’s life changed forever.