Last night I received a call a little after midnight, maw, can you come get me. Now the motherly instinct in me kicked in, I thought I was going to have to make a hospital run. The call wasn't from my daughters, it was from someone else's son. A young man that was convinced if he moved here, the person making the claim would assist him on getting on his feet. I believe that was the original plan until the thought of saving money and not having to pay daycare anymore and having someone doing all the housework, overruled the right thing.
Now this young man sits at my house, homeless and clothesless. His clothes were disposed of by the people he was staying with. The big question everyone is asking is why? Why treat someone so badly, that you convinced to move in with you. Karma is the word that comes to mind. Anyway, my emptynest attitude doesn't want the additional body in the house, but the motherly heart of mine wouldn't allow this young man to sleep on the street. So I opened the door for him. I had him write his game plan for the next five years.
I contacted some people I know and they are working on obtaining him some clothing and other personal items. He is very grateful because he said I didn't have to help him. Then he asked me about playing rent and what house chores I would like him to do. My true desire is for him to get enrolled in college, obtain his degree and become the child psychologist he dreams of, if his basketball career doesn't pan out. I think he will, if he can get pass all the negative in his life.
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