My younger brother was adopted into our family at 9 years of age. I understand he has gone through a lot as a child, but for 10 years he hasn’t been abused, and was given so much help to grow and change. He opted not too, turned to drugs, started to steal from us, get into drinking, and what not. Part of it could be from the trauma he suffered. I do not judge him for it, because I know how hard it is to survive after severe trauma.
However, he knows right from wrong. He knows drugs are bad for you, stealing is wrong, and yet he has been arrested twice now, out on probation, and violated it. So for three months the cops have been searching for him. We had no idea where he was, or if he was even alive. He hasn’t called us, and we have been worried. Each crime he has committed is little bit worse on charges, and when we watch the news and hear of someone getting shot over breaking and entering, we fear it is him.
So we were told he was found and arrested on January 20th, 2016. No one bothered to call us, and I get it, he is 20 years old now, they do not have to because he isn’t a minor. I am sad he has chosen the career of criminal. He is facing a minimum of ten years in prison now, but at the same time I am thankful. No more worrying if he is eating, or sleeping on a bench somewhere. No more worrying if he is committing a crime and going to end up in a ditch alone and dead. At least in prison we know where he is. That for the most part he is safe. I say most part, because we all know prison isn’t disney land.
I just hope while he is in, he can get the help he needs. Maybe he will choose to turn his life around.