Yes, I did what was best for him. I know that now. He just came by to tell me that the Rescue Mission had accepted him, gave him a bed and put him on a program "working for them." Don't know how that works... or why he dropped off his bags here. When I saw him, I thought he had been thrown out by the friend he went to see yesterday. He said the man in the car was a "councelor" for the Rescue Mission. Strange looking councelor, but I have to go by what he said.

He was so jacked up and so proud of himself! I'm convinced that all he needs is someone to have a little faith in him; just a little caring! Yet, my heart is breaking again. I'm emotional, crying, yet glad that he's not going to be coming here for all his needs.

For little or nothing, I'd go to his mother's house and read her the riot act. What kind of a mother is she??? What kind of a family did she raise that none of her other 7 kids can offer this man any support of any kind??? SHAME ON THEM!!!

And then there's this little voice in my heart that says "Why ME????" ...or would that voice be in my head? I don't know! If only I could understand my own self better! Why does it have to hurt to care? Am I way off base here and should I be rejoicing, instead? Why can't I deal with my emotions about this? AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!