I had a phone call from our foster son yesterday. It was a shock to hear from him and good to know that he is still alive. I had not seen him or heard from him since a week before Thanksgiving when he came over asking for a hair cut. That is 9 months.
He told me that he hadn't been in contact with any of us because he was too ashamed to tell how things had been going for him. Then he said he had been living in a tent behind a local market store on the other side of town and eating apples out of the trees for food.
It breaks my heart....at 20 years old that he has been choosing to live that way.
He said he is on some one's couch at the moment and looking for a job. He was calling because he felt things were looking up and he wanted me to know it.
I really hope that this time he uses this opportunity. I pray that this time is the difference and he steps into his self worth.