I can certainly identify with Carolyn Hetherwick’s frustration in trying to get help for her husband and grandson. A few years back, one of our grandsons was released from a juvenile mental health facility in Texas. He had turned 18 and was too old for the facility. No one was notified that he was going to be released, not even his mother.
He was given $30 and a bus ticket to Seattle. He was unable to calculate how many days he would be on the bus and how much money he could spend each day for food, so of course, his money was gone the first day on the road.
He was not able to reach his mother so he called grandma. I made multiple long distance calls to several well-known “service” organizations in each of the cities where the bus would be stopping for meals, in an effort to get him more money, or at least some food. I offered my credit card. I even offered to wire money to them. Everyone had a suggestion about whom else to call, but no one volunteered to help.
On the second day a kind lady on the bus gave him half of her lunch.
On the third day he arrived in Seattle where his mother met a mighty hungry boy.
He survived the ordeal, but I have negative thoughts about the so-called “service” organizations.
BETTY J. KISSELL
Mukilteo
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