How could I refuse a request like that? At 11 years old, the streets became that young man's parents. He was searching for love and friendship that he didn't get at home.
That story sounds all too familiar as I recall hearing it throughout my 7 years of working with troubled youth and talking to young adults in the prison.
Who is to blame for such a common story?
I can only do my best to write those last letters for those who feel compelled to make amends.