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I've been "ward of the state" at 2 different points in life. There are agencies in each province, unfortunately there are more kids in need of placement than there are places to put them. Its painfully difficult for the social workers, they have to decide who is at more risk balancing one childs pain over anothers. And even within the system there are things that go horribly wrong. There are places with locks on the fridges, 10pm curfew (if you don't arrive in time your locked out for the night), some cases where the foster situation is no better than the home they left. A girl I bunked with for awhile was transfered to a different home (bad behavior), where the foster father raped her, got her pregant, they tossed her out and she commited suicide. Thankfully, not long after their foster status was revoked but charges were never brought against him.
I was incredibly lucky, my foster parents were good people who did it for the purpose of doing the right thing. They started much the way you have Ray, one of their daughters friends' was being abused, they moved the girl in and applied for foster status so that there would be no legal recourse against them. The social worker saw what a wonderful environment they had and asked if they would be willing to take on more cases, and they did. They moved to a bigger house, to help more girls, and then had to move again! At the time I was there, there were anywhere from 10 to 15 girls at a time.
I said before and I'll say it again, the world needs more people like you!!!
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My favorite times were in the kitchen. And great conversations about ourselves. It is a great blessing that you two were brought together. I won't say much is that there might be some confusion and misunderstandings. It does not work all the time but with your compassion I bet it will a lot. When my son loses it or is angry or sad, the first thing I do is tell him he is in a place where lots of people love him and does he need a hug? Because I sure need one from him.After that we just start to hug and cry or talk, have some hot tea.What ever comes from it. Just a story that came from my childhood into my sons. And I deeply appreciate your love to him.God bless you. Teresagood idea. I'll see if she wants to make sushi with me tonigt.