I'm at work so I can't spend a lot of time explaining, but just a short update: Josh texted us Tuesday night and said he had nowhere to go and needed a place to stay and could he come here with us. We got him a hotel room for the night and something to eat, bought him a ticket, and he arrived last night. My husband picked him up. Whew. To say he is like a stranger is an understatement. First of all, the whole ride home, my husband said Josh was hostile and angry and just "vented" the whole way. My husband held his temper, but he really wanted to just drop him off on the side of the road. Josh actually told my husband "he had never done anything for him." This, after we had just done what we did the night before, etc. He was a little better with me, less belligerent, etc. but I don't know if this is going to work out. When you live hand-to-mouth the way he has, it changes you. You experience degradation that changes you, hardens you, and makes you a not so nice person. He looks and acts like a homeless person. It was so heartbreaking. He literally walked in with only the clothes on his back. We have no idea what happened to the little bit of stuff he had or any of what transpired to get him on the street. If you pray, please pray for us. I want this to work, and I realize he may need a lot of space and time to decompress and become a little less "weird" and suspicious and "street like." If he ends up going back to Denver, he will be living in the park where he called us from, and I don't want to see that happen. I really want this to work. The night he called, I had literally prayed on the way home from work, asking God to cause him to text or call us, asking to leave Denver, and then that's what happened. I'm hoping that God has brought this about for good and that it will be okay. But it's scary and unnerving having this stranger in our home who kind of looks like our son but isn't like our son. By the way, any counsel you might offer would be appreciated.