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The stark image of the poorest of the poor, the Appalachian child.

Cold and neglected, he trudges the long and lonely road–uphill both ways–home from school. His daddy’s in jail and his mama’s home drunk, if she’s home at all. He looks forward at the end of his journey to enter his sad little shack, knees bent from exhaustion, to gather crumbs from a cracker box, water from a puddle his only drink. Life for this poor child is hard. He struggles just to survive–
Georgia, on the phone: “15′s walking home again! All he’s wearing is a t-shirt and HE HAS NO HAT!!”
Me: “Okay…….. I’ll go find him on the road.”

(I made up that sob story for him to save him the trouble. Obviously, he had a hoodie, which he had over his head, and he told me the ice he chipped off the road tasted good! He was thirsty….. I brought him home and made him take out the trash and carry in a 55-pound bag of dog food then he played on the computer while I fixed him a big spaghetti dinner. If he was patient enough to wait an hour and a half for me to get him from Georgia’s on my way to pick up Princess from basketball practice, he could have been toasting his feet watching TV instead of walking.)
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(tada, I’m up at the crack of dawn today because we’re driving 4 hours to Houston to celebrate the Princess granddaughter’s 2nd birthday today!)
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Why do oler people worry about teens wearing hats on their heads?? I have up trying to get my teen to wear a hat a long time ago. They either love them or hate them. Same goes for a jacket. If they get cold enough they will figure out what a winter coat if for.
15 should give you a huge hug for picking him up. You are good mom.
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When I was his age, I would have walked too! But I loved to walk. And I would have been so thankful for the warm vehicle that picked me up.
You’re a good Momma!
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I could write a LONG one about my one nephew that just turned 18 and is really throwing his “18yr. oldness” around, and has a new electric guitar. LOL Kids! :mrgreen:
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an intuitive Mom to know what he is experiencing!
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Mine wanders off to school in below freezing weather in shorts, and t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie. Never mind the winter jacket and umbrella he left sitting AT HOME.
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