I am riding a high of happiness right now!
25 years ago I lost touch with my best friend, the closest thing I ever had to a brother, throughout junior high and high school. For all this time I've wondered what happened to him. He had a terrible home life, and his father shunted him off to foster care at the end of our freshman year in high school. We kept in touch for a few years after that, but we last saw each other back just before my 19th birthday.
Over the years I would periodically search for him without success. Back in 2001 I ran into his father. They were estranged, having not seen each other in years. The last he had heard he was seen by an aunt in Oakland's Jack London Square and he was homeless. At the time, his father sounded like he was full of regret and self-recrimination over the state of his relationship with his son.
So a few days ago I was doing another of my periodic searches for him. And I found a trace. That trace led me to another, and then another. I found that he was doing some work with the St. Vincent dePaul centers in Oakland and their Champion Outreach center. So I took a shot. I called the center and left a message for him to call me and left my number.
And to my surprise and delight, he called me a couple of hours ago! We talked and talked and set up some plans for him to come over to my place so I can see him and make him some dinner. He is now homeless again after breaking up with his wife of 10 years a few months back due to his inability to hold a job in this economy.
I have some trepidation. 25 years is a long time and people can change. But I will see him and try to tell if he is still the same guy I thought of like a brother, that I could trust with my life to the end of the Earth. And if he is, I am in a position where I can help him. I have a spare bedroom that I am using for storage. And a spare mattress as well. And a bicycle that just needs some minor work to get running. So I can provide him with a roof and transportation to help him get a job and back onto his feet. If I can still trust him.
So while I am excitedly happy to hear from him, I am aware that may be affecting my judgment. Let me hear your comments. What would you do in my shoes? Is there something I am missing? Let's hear it.
25 years ago I lost touch with my best friend, the closest thing I ever had to a brother, throughout junior high and high school. For all this time I've wondered what happened to him. He had a terrible home life, and his father shunted him off to foster care at the end of our freshman year in high school. We kept in touch for a few years after that, but we last saw each other back just before my 19th birthday.
Over the years I would periodically search for him without success. Back in 2001 I ran into his father. They were estranged, having not seen each other in years. The last he had heard he was seen by an aunt in Oakland's Jack London Square and he was homeless. At the time, his father sounded like he was full of regret and self-recrimination over the state of his relationship with his son.
So a few days ago I was doing another of my periodic searches for him. And I found a trace. That trace led me to another, and then another. I found that he was doing some work with the St. Vincent dePaul centers in Oakland and their Champion Outreach center. So I took a shot. I called the center and left a message for him to call me and left my number.
And to my surprise and delight, he called me a couple of hours ago! We talked and talked and set up some plans for him to come over to my place so I can see him and make him some dinner. He is now homeless again after breaking up with his wife of 10 years a few months back due to his inability to hold a job in this economy.
I have some trepidation. 25 years is a long time and people can change. But I will see him and try to tell if he is still the same guy I thought of like a brother, that I could trust with my life to the end of the Earth. And if he is, I am in a position where I can help him. I have a spare bedroom that I am using for storage. And a spare mattress as well. And a bicycle that just needs some minor work to get running. So I can provide him with a roof and transportation to help him get a job and back onto his feet. If I can still trust him.
So while I am excitedly happy to hear from him, I am aware that may be affecting my judgment. Let me hear your comments. What would you do in my shoes? Is there something I am missing? Let's hear it.