I’m the person who took in a homeless s** offender and an alcoholic last night so they didn’t freeze to death. They are happy having a warm place to stay and meals while I’m happy to have some company. I have been lonely every since my husband of 31 years died of a heart attack last year at the age of 55 and both of my children are off at college.
S** offender is 26 and alcoholic is 31. I intend to help them both turn their lives around, get good jobs, driver’s licenses, their own places, help them deal with their court troubles, and reunite the alcoholic with his family- his wife and two daughters who are 6 and 8. I asked the s** offender why he was so terrified when I gave him a hug yesterday. His response broke my heart. He said that his probabtion officer said no one could ever love him because of the crime he committed and one day, he tried to hug his own mother and his mother’s boyfriend saw the hug, ripped him out of it, and beat the crap out of him until he had broken ribs and nose. The s** offender said he was afraid to love anyone and was surprised anyone would want to love him ever again. His mother took her boyfriends side. I told him we will work through his thinking that no one would ever be able to love him again.
Maybe I found a new prupose in life at middle age- to help young men who have committed crimes get their lives on track so they don’t repeat their crimes and can have wonderful, loving futures,
