So...
The only homeless shelter in this town in FULL. They have no beds. They suggested they go to the next town - 30 minutes away. That's all well and good except they have no car and need to find work in THIS town! Someone suggested a day laborer - there really isn't any around here, but even if they did have, the chances of clearing $50 a day is pretty darn slim.
So...they're going to be on the streets very, very soon. They've now spent my son's last paycheck so they have nothing put aside for first month's rent at the new apartment.
I figured, I'd check all the leads I could find - I have access to a computer and phone and the ability to talk to people better than either of them. Do you know how much it sucks to call a charity and have to explain that one of the two homeless people you are trying to help is your son? It's humiliating - I know the first thing they think is, "Why can't they stay with you?"
And there's absolutely NOTHING to help them. Every single lead I've chased down ends with "We can't help them."
The worst part is I actually understand NOT coming home - not dumping his friend. I don't care that his friend doesn't deserve that kind of loyalty...I don't know that I would be able to leave my friend out in the cold either. No I take that back - the
very worst part is, I feel like the bad guys in all this. I feel like a heartless, un-Christian, callous
. I feel like we'd open our home to
anyone else - say one of our siblings called and said, "I had a fire. Can you help for a few weeks?" Even if I didn't know their roommate, they'd be in! But not my own son.
And I say "I feel" because while Jabber is the one really saying "No" here, I agree with him...mostly. I'd give in. But when I think back over what our kid has done and who he's chosen to hang out with, I can't disagree. I just feel ... bad.
So much for, "I made the offer and that's enough." I lied. But then again, I thought the shelter was an option.