Day 58 Part 2 - Crying

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

Comments

Anonymous said…
when we teach that the best way to deal with broken is to beat the world with it, there is little hope. When we love, without attachment to outcome, the world will begin to mend....
XxX
February 27, 2013 at 6:25 PM
AkasaWolfSong said…
Unfortunately Mary I believe our systems are broken...familial and otherwise and until we as a people can gather ourselves and make the children our foremost responsibility everything else in this world will continue to fall apart and I don't say this lightly. It takes a village to raise a child and everyone has to be involved. With any luck at all this young person will meet someone from a church somewhere who will divest there time and energy in keeping him/her off the street and working towards a goal.
I will keep this teenager in my prayers for sure! The tears are already coming...
February 27, 2013 at 6:27 PM
AkasaWolfSong said…
I must say here...not just a person from church even...just someone who sees the intrinsic value of this human life...and Sister Sorrow is soooo right! I mentioned church because many places take in homeless now and help them with food, medicine, etc.
February 27, 2013 at 6:30 PM
Mary said…
Because the family was broken. Kids copy what they see and know in many cases, since it is their frame of reference for behavior, for values, and for self-esteem -- or lack of thereof.
Sad. Why have a child if you aren't capable of raising one with love, kindness, decency, intelligence, all of it?
February 27, 2013 at 10:28 PM
terri st. cloud said…
i'm so sorry, mary.
i know this kinda story rips the heart out....
February 28, 2013 at 9:08 AM
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