My son is 38 years old and has lived as a homeless person on the streets of LA for at least 6 years. How did he get out there and why did he decide on this life is a mystery to me.
It all started after high school when he met someone online and wouldnt stop until I gave him a round trip ticket to San Diego for Xmas. The relationship didnt workout but he fell in love with California. Several times he traveled to LA and lived on the streets. Once he called and wanted to go to rehab and came home, only to return 4 months later.
He is 38 and has never had a job and I am sure has not had a sober day in twenty years. I cannot save him. All I can do is pray for him almost constantly.
I have an 800#. SOme people think it is a business thing, but it is for Kent. So he can call me anytime to let me know that he is still alive. I dont know what is worse to hear his drunk voice mumbojumbo or not to hear anything.
When he first went out to LA, I was frantic. I called the LA police everyday until they assigned a detective to my "missing" persons case. I finally heard from Kent. He was OK and had melted into the homeless community - he was one of them, his new friends, his new home, his new life style.
Well it probably wasnt a new life style. He was probably on drugs and drinking at an early age. Now that I look back I see that there was HUGH red flags...why didnt I see them then. I probably didnt want to see them. I too was in my own little world hurting.
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