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<blockquote data-quote="ColleenB" data-source="post: 696382" data-attributes="member: 19887"><p>Funny enough, reading about your experiences in prisons , I think of my work at the youth home/shelter.</p><p></p><p>Last night one of the youth was arrested for breach of probation and is now 18, so will be entering the adult criminal justice system. I felt terrible we had to call police when he came home as we knew it would result in his arrest. He had not come home the night before, which was a breach of probation. As I helped him make a sandwich, I thought about his parents, who don't live far from me, in my upper middle class neighborhood, and how they would now have a child who was both an addict and now in prison perhaps. He is not a bad kid, just a lost one. My heart hurt at that moment for all those parents who raised their sweet kids , never imagining this life for them. We had to find a picture of him earlier in the day for police, before he came home, so we went on his Facebook. Seeing younger, happier pictures of him, with his nanny wishing him a happy birthday on one, my heart fell.</p><p></p><p>How do we as human beings not see our prisoners as fellow humans, possibly hurt lost souls who at one point were young and loved, and cherished....</p><p></p><p>It made me worry for my own son of course who could be on this road, who IS on this road....</p><p></p><p>What more can I do? Nothing.</p><p></p><p>It's like watching a train heading straight for your child, and in your mind there must be something you can do... But if you run to save your child the train will destroy you too.</p><p></p><p>I hurt so much, but I am trying to find joy and happiness in moments... I want to live my life, but it's like an ache that is always there and if I stop to think about him too long, the wound opens and deepens....</p><p></p><p>I know some may think my work with homeless youth may not be the best for me right now, but in a weird way I feel like I am giving comfort and help to my own son when I work with them.</p><p></p><p>To give compassion and see them as human, not as criminals, or as troubled teens, but as worthwhile souls who deserve love and kindness.</p><p></p><p>I pray my son has people who look on him that way, and not just as a dirty addict, who has messed up.</p><p></p><p>I don't go more than an hour without having thinking of him... And I wonder if I always will.... I hope so.... I just hope it hurts less with time.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ColleenB, post: 696382, member: 19887"] Funny enough, reading about your experiences in prisons , I think of my work at the youth home/shelter. Last night one of the youth was arrested for breach of probation and is now 18, so will be entering the adult criminal justice system. I felt terrible we had to call police when he came home as we knew it would result in his arrest. He had not come home the night before, which was a breach of probation. As I helped him make a sandwich, I thought about his parents, who don't live far from me, in my upper middle class neighborhood, and how they would now have a child who was both an addict and now in prison perhaps. He is not a bad kid, just a lost one. My heart hurt at that moment for all those parents who raised their sweet kids , never imagining this life for them. We had to find a picture of him earlier in the day for police, before he came home, so we went on his Facebook. Seeing younger, happier pictures of him, with his nanny wishing him a happy birthday on one, my heart fell. How do we as human beings not see our prisoners as fellow humans, possibly hurt lost souls who at one point were young and loved, and cherished.... It made me worry for my own son of course who could be on this road, who IS on this road.... What more can I do? Nothing. It's like watching a train heading straight for your child, and in your mind there must be something you can do... But if you run to save your child the train will destroy you too. I hurt so much, but I am trying to find joy and happiness in moments... I want to live my life, but it's like an ache that is always there and if I stop to think about him too long, the wound opens and deepens.... I know some may think my work with homeless youth may not be the best for me right now, but in a weird way I feel like I am giving comfort and help to my own son when I work with them. To give compassion and see them as human, not as criminals, or as troubled teens, but as worthwhile souls who deserve love and kindness. I pray my son has people who look on him that way, and not just as a dirty addict, who has messed up. I don't go more than an hour without having thinking of him... And I wonder if I always will.... I hope so.... I just hope it hurts less with time. [/QUOTE]
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