I noticed how easily I began to cry when Sweetie came home from a bunch of GAL meetings.
"There's no more hope for him," said Sweetie, of a teenager who will age out of the system while he is in jail. What that means exactly I'm not sure. Suffice it to say he'll be up a creek without a paddle or a home, or education, or job, or medication, or food. Chances are pretty good he'll age out of the juvenile system and soon find himself in the adult penal system. Or worse. Who will cry when he's gone?
Can anyone tell me how we as a society, has let this happen? I'm not saying that the kid doesn't have to be responsible for his actions. And I'm sure many people have tried to help him. But how does a child get so broken that there is no hope at ripe old age of 18?
Just wondering. And crying for the child and the world.
Not-so Merry ME